Page 93 of Jameson’s Salvation

“Jonny, it’s Jameson. McKenna’s got something for you. Do you want us to meet you at the station or do you want to come here?”

“She can’t email it?”

“No.”

“I’ll come to you. Reggie’s in custody and I don’t want to take the chance of him seeing any of you. He’s shoutin’ and carryin’ on, typical dumbass shit diggin’ his hole deeper. Can it wait an hour?”

“No. You want this information. Plan on some more charges and you’ll wanna brace yourself, Jonny—the information McKenna found is going to make a lot of people in this county uncomfortable.”

“Christ. Just when we were starting to recover from Dillinger.”

“This may be worse than Dillinger’s bullshit.”

“I’ll be there in five. I’m already on my way.”

Jameson hung up and told the rest of the team Jonny Spenser would be there soon.

“You want me to run and get you a coffee, babe?” Jameson asked Kennedy.

“No!” Kennedy’s hand fisted Jameson’s tee and held fast.

“Reggie’s in custody and even if he wasn’t, you’re safe here.”

“But you’re not. Please don’t leave.”

Jameson’s eyes drifted closed and the knowledge that she was worried about his well-being burned a trail of happiness. How the fuck he could feel any sort of contentment on a day like today was beyond him.

But that was pure Kennedy—sorceress. It was all a part of her appeal and charm. She could tame the beast that lived inside of him with a touch and soft word.

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Kennedy

I’d known Jonny for a long time. He was a hell-raiser in high school and I’m pretty sure everyone was shocked when he chose a career in law enforcement. He wasn’t bad in high school, per se, but he pushed the limit on good old fashion teenage fun.

But in all the years I’d known him, I’d never seen him angry or lose control.

Until he saw the pictures Reggie had of me.

Nixon had to step in front of him to prevent him from leaving the office and going off half-cocked.

After Nixon and Jameson had taken Jonny upstairs for a word in private, Jonny’d come back down no less pissed, but he seemed to have a grip on his anger.

Before he left with the flash drive McKenna had made for him, and a stack of files the team had put together over the weeks, he stood toe-to-toe with me. His eyes bore into mine and he promised he’d make things right for me.

Then he left.

Jameson promptly declared we were leaving and I was done for the day. Chasin followed us out the door and when Jameson started for his house, I told him I wanted to go to mine.

I wasn’t hiding again.

As soon as we’d walked in, I went straight for the living room and easily found the wireless camera. Jameson stopped me from throwing it on the floor and stomping it into a bazillion pieces. Instead, he put on a pair of blue latex gloves and placed it in an evidence bag and did the same to the one in my bedroom.

Then we spent the next hour searching my house from top to bottom, not finding anything else. Chasin had called McKenna and she confirmed there had only been the two cameras. But two was bad enough.

With the cameras outside in Jameson’s truck waiting for Jonny to send a deputy to pick them up, I went about cleaning.

Jameson and Chasin sat at my kitchen table and worked, leaving me to my endeavors. I needed to do something with all my pent-up anger and energy and I didn’t think Jameson would agree to let me use sex as a way to work it out. And I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to have sex or undress in my house, or anywhere else again, for that matter.