Drake didn’t have too much information about the investigation, since that was not his jurisdiction. And I filled him in where I could. He spoke about the fact there was a leak. He wanted to know about the security protocols of the apartment building and how many people knew Dom was there.
I explained as much as I could.
I handed him the file I had on Dom. “This is all we have so far. Jared is working to get what he can from both the CBI and FBI since they’re arguing over who the case belongs to.”
“And the police believe they’re guarding that apartment because of another case I’ve been assigned to?”
I nodded, it made sense since he was in the area anyway. “You’re the Marshal assigned to Julie Dawson, as well.”
“Well, technically, Julie Dawson shouldn’t need protection, remember.”
That was how Nick had set it up. The police knew where she was and it wasn’t hidden that she was under the protection of the Salingers. Ms. Dawson had killed her husband and his family were after her but she also had information that could put most of that family away for a long time.
I narrowed my eyes at Drake. “But you’re going to insert yourself into that case, aren’t you?”
“The information she has is dangerous, Bex. I think her ex-father-in-law was grateful she put a bullet through his idiot son's head. But she could bury that man. If he can help it, she will never see the inside of a courtroom.”
“And what?” She knew she was testing him but she really wanted to know his answer to the next question. “You don’t think we can protect her?”
“I have no doubt you and your brothers will keep her safe. In fact, I think you will put her safety above all else even if it hinders the case.”
Yeah, he had us there. Julie was family. She was Brie’s sister and our friend. She worked for my mother and was part of the babysitting pool.
“Well, that’s how we differ. Now, about Dom and what he witnessed. When is the attorney and the FBI getting here? I need to make sure both me and our attorney can be there. Where will she meet us?”
“We were thinking of using an interrogation room at the MDF police station.”
“I assume you’ll accompany us there.”
“That is the plan.”
I let out a sigh, worry gripping my body. “And they will likely recommend the cognitive interview at that point.”
Drake winced like he knew what they were asking for. “That’s usually how it works.”
“I’ll think about that. He has seen enough, Drake.”
“It's the best way to get him safe quickly. If those assholes fucked up, Bex, chances are Dom knows what it is. We need him to relive that night.
I knew he was right. But it was ultimately my and Logan’s call. The last thing I needed was for Dom to hate us even more for putting him through the worst night of his life again.
“One more thing.” Drake's face went hard and I braced myself. “Dom’s grandmother was killed. Her place was trashed. I’m not sure of the situation but it looks like they wanted information from her.”
I leaned back in my chair and allowed my heart to break for the kid who had lost yet another family member.
Chapter Twenty
LOGAN
Surly was the new black. At least in my home. I remembered being moody when I was younger. I remembered Bex being endlessly frustrated at me and Mason and our moods. But surely we were nothing like the five-foot-nine scrawny lump of pissed off currently doing homework at the kitchen table.
That in itself was a reason to be pissed off, apparently. Dom couldn’t understand why he needed to do his make-up homework in the first place. Then when I suggested he do it at the kitchen table, it was another struggle.
There was a part of me that wanted to give in. The kid had been through so much, and what did I know about parenting? Maybe he wanted privacy. But with Landon napping and Vicky enjoying some time on her back, he had the quiet he needed while I caught up on some bills and other paperwork while I waited for Bex to get home. I had to have another uncomfortable conversation with him. Bex had called earlier to let me know what had happened to Dom’s grandmother. She wanted to be around for support when I broke the news.
So, I was keeping busy until she got here. I even organized my online grocery order and made sure that Landon was enrolled at the same pre-school as Nick and Jared’s boys. Theywould only be together for the current school year since Mattie and Cooper would be starting Kindergarten next fall.
All in all, I was being a family man and loving it. Even with the fifteen-year-old shooting me daggers over his science textbook.
