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“Your little Marine buddy isn’t as sneaky as he thinks he is, Bishop. We tracked his van leaving Tanner’s place all the way back to that shack. Don’t worry; when this is over, he’s going to hang on an illegal surveillance charge.”
“Fuck you,” I hiss.
Millbrook goes on. “So, you dragged the niece back to that shack. And then you two animals had your way with and killed that poor girl, just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
I stare at him with pure fucking hatred.
“What is it, Bishop?” he chuckles.
“I’m going to kill you. All of you,” I growl. “That’s what.”
He, Marvin, and Kip chuckle.
“Good luck with that, Bishop.” Kip snickers.
Tom frowns at me. “So here’s the thing, because we’re all friends here, right? We can all drop the bullshit?” He leers close to me with wild eyes. “I know exactly who that little bitch is. And I know what she saw back in San Fran. Can’t say I was expecting to find her here in Santa Marina. But I guess it’s my lucky day. Hell, it’s definitely my lucky day. Here we are, an election on the way, and I’m about to take credit for killing a bunch of cartel morons, busting a crooked cop and his little security expert pal, and solving the murder of one of Santa Marina’s most charitable campaign donors’ niece.”
Tanner and I glance at each other. This ain’t good.
Tom smiles at us. “Not a bad day’s work, huh?”
I’m shaking all over. I know where this is leading, and the thought is almost more than I can take. But there’s one thing Millbrook hasn’t spotted. There’s one ace left up my sleeve that he doesn’t know about. Tanner doesn’t either. But it’s the last play I have.
I slowly smile at the chief.
“The fuck are you smiling about?” Marvin hisses. He swings at me. I grin when his fist knocks my head to the side. But I’m still smiling when I look back up at them.
“Insurance,” I chuckle.
Tom frowns. “What?”
“Insurance. Back in San Francisco? Yeah, Cora didn’t just see you, you dumb asshole,” I growl. “She fucking taped you.”
Tom’s face pales. “She what?” he hisses.
“When you shot that guy in the back room? She was filming you on her phone.”
Tom whirls to say something to Marvin and Kip privately. Marvin turns for the door to the interrogation room. But I’m not done.
“If you’re going for her or her phone, you’re shit out of luck. I made one copy, and it’s with a friend. And if I don’t make a phone call in the next…” I frown. “What time is it?”
Tom looks visibly shaken and cold. He swallows and glances at his wrist. “Eleven twenty-seven.”
I shrug. “Unless I make a call in three minutes, that one copy is being sent to the FBI.”
Tom looks like he wants to throw up. I fucking lovewhen the tough guys turn to pants-shitting, blubbering little pussies when they know they’re fucked.
“Bullshi—”
“Oh, and Tom?” Tanner grunts from across the room. He’s caught on to what I’m doing. Even if he doesn’t know if I’m bluffing or not, he’s playing along. “It’s a great video. Real nice and close on your face and everything.”
“Horseshit. There’s no tape,” he says coldly.
“You’re wearing a red shirt,” I say thinly, smiling. “And that’s a nice desert eagle you were rocking. Not a great gun with blood splatters thought, silencer or not. When they sweep that bar’s back room, they’re gonna find more than enough to put you away.”
Tom swallows thickly. He, Marvin, and Kip glance at each other, looking like they’re both about to throw up.
“It’s with Rowan,” Marvin grunts. “Obviously.”
