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I shot to my feet. “And you didn’t arrest him on sight? What kind of bullshit is that, Sergeant Mills?”
“Phoebe, sit down.” He demanded, but I shook my head.
“No, I will not sit down. Not until you tell me why you let that crazy son-of-a-bitch go? I thought you said you would get him. That he could never hurt me again.”
“And I mean that.”
“How? For all we know, he could have trashed my room.”
The thought of Byron waiting for me in my room made me want to vomit. I felt the bile rising in my throat. I dropped into my chair, grabbed the bottle of water and took the rest of the contents down in one breath.
When I felt my stomach ease, I placed cold eyes on Lock. I shouldn’t be so quick to judge, but I couldn’t help it. The fact that they let him go pissed me all the way off.
Lock didn’t seem phased with the fury vibrating through me. He sat there, not speaking, brows furrowed, arms crossed. It was as if he was waiting me out, which only pissed me off more.
“Are you done?” he asked, and I rolled my eyes and mimicked his body language right down to the indignation in his eyes.
“No, but I’ll wait to hear what you have to say. And it better be good too.”
Lock tilted his head to the side and said in that low, dark tone that always made me cream my panties. It still did, despite my temper.
“I understand your emotions are all over the place, considering what you’ve gone through tonight, but smart off at me again, and you’ll get introduced to the darkness you seem so hell bent on unleashing.”
Good lort…almighty…
I found it extremely difficult to breathe.
I blinked a few times, to recover from the image of me lying over his lap, his palm connecting with my bare red ass… I shivered as I imagined the impact.
“Now,” he continued, not caring at all that I was speechless, my eyes wider than… than… the state of Texas, “can I speak, or do you need to get something else off your chest?”
I shook my head no, still unable to speak.
I shivered again because damn, I wished my fantasy was my reality.
“Now, Schindler came to the station earlier today. He claimed he was there to clear his name.”
I frowned and found my voice. “Clear his name?”
“Yes. Apparently, he got word that we were looking for him. He wasn’t sure why, but he guessed it had something to do with you.”
I grunted and rolled my eyes. “What else did the loser say?”
“In a nutshell, nothing of substance. But we couldn’t hold him on speculation. We didn’t have evidence that he was the one that broke into your house. The footage we did have was of a man in all black. That was it. It would have been your word against his and if you know him, and the type of shitbag he is, he would have come up with some alibi that placed him far away from your house.”
“So you had to let him go,” I muttered, feeling deflated.
Lock nodded. “Yeah, we had to let him go. But not before he told me the real reason why he came to see you. He wanted to warn you. He said that you were into some dangerous shit. Told me I should ask you what you’re into so that I could protect you. Do you have any idea what he meant by that? What shit are you into that he would think was dangerous?”
I damn near choked on my tongue.
Reed’s voice boomed in my head as Lock’s words and questions filled my ears. I was caught off guard, wondering how in the hell did Byron know about Operation Freedom.
“Phoebe, answer the question.”
Shit…
“Honestly, I don’t know. Maybe he’s talking about the underground railroad, the fact that I’m helping victims of domestic abuse. There’s always fear that a spouse or boyfriend might come looking and we have to be on guard at all times. Just in case.”
