Page 234 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

Gian looked in the direction Cara had gone. “Could I at least wait for an update on her?”

“She seems fine, and the EMT got an earful when he was a little rough-handed checking the baby.”

“Oh, is that so?”

He couldn’t even try to hide his rage, or the way his tone edged dangerously.

The cop eyed Gian, amused. “You killed one man tonight. Isn’t that enough?”

“Not when it comes to her.”

“Let’s go, Guzzi.”

Gian rested his head against the cinderblock wall of the jail cell, thankful he was alone for the moment. He’d been shoved into the cell with a half of a dozen other detainees, but throughout the evening and into the morning, the others had been moved elsewhere, or released once they’d slept their drunken stupors away.

He reached for his pocket to pull out his phone, and cursed under his breath, realizing he didn’t have it on him. Everything—from his phone to his keys, and the bit of change alongside his wallet—had been taken from him.

This was not where Gian wanted to be.

Not again.

“You’re looking mighty comfortable.”

Gian didn’t bother to even turn his head at the new—yet familiar—voice. The RCMP detective that had become a second shadow of sorts for him loomed just beyond the bars.

Seeley looked at a file in his other hand. “Quite the mess you’ve found yourself in again, Gian.”

“Oui.”

“Why on earth would you think it was a good idea to go in guns blazing, when you damn well know you’re not to have any weapons, legal or otherwise?”

Gian shrugged. “I wasn’t thinking.”

That much was the truth. He had gotten that call from Cara, decided to head over, and shit had gone south from there.

“The cops said you refused to give a statement,” the detective noted.

“I want my lawyer there when I do.”

“It’s the weekend. You know these jails don’t bring in lawyers and have all that nonsense done on the weekends.”

“Then my statement can wait.”

“Make it easy on them, give them the statement,” Seeley said. “What’s it going to hurt? We already know what happened, just repeat it for them.”

“When my lawyer shows up,” Gian replied.

Seeley grunted under his breath. “You’ve got these damn Mounties split down the middle, Guzzi. Half of them think they should release you for what you did, and the other half thinks you’re nothing more than a—”

“Criminal, I know. That half is right.”

“At least you’re aware.”

“Is Domenic being held in another cell because we’re brothers?” Gian asked, getting tired of the same old conversation that would go nowhere. He’d also been wondering about his younger brother, and how Dom had faired through the weekend. “I mean, I get why you wouldn’t want us together. It would be a shame if we concocted some kind of story to get me out of here, right?”

Seeley’s face turned to stone. “Domenic wasn’t arrested.”

“Oh?”