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Jamie coughed. “Police brutality.” Then he coughed again.
“Are you here to arrest me?” I deadpanned. “‘Cause I’m not going until I know that animal is locked up in a cage.”
“You can’t.” Lars worried, his back brushing against my side, arms looping around one of mine to cling. “He didn’t do anything.”
“Lars Eriksson?” the officer questioned after a brief glance at his notes.
I bristled, hand curling around where Lars held me. “We’re not telling you anything else until you answer my questions.”
“We’re the ones that will be doing the questioning.” The officer was terse.
The room dropped into silence, no one saying anything else as I stared, waiting them out. I still wanted to know Oskar’s whereabouts, and I wasn’t cooperating until I had them.
Seeing my obstinance, the officer exhaled. “Oskar Sture Johansson fled the scene. We have an APB out on him.”
Lars turned to stone. “What’s an APB? You didn’t arrest him?”
“It means they’re looking for him.” Max clarified.
“He’s still out there…” Lars’s voice trailed away, horror turning him quiet.
“Hey.” I kept my voice low as I untangled my arm from both of his to wrap it around him. “He won’t touch you. Not ever again.”
Max stepped up to our side, arms crossed over his chest. “He’s injured. How the hell have you not found him yet?”
“He didn’t let us know where he was going.” The officer looked at me, expression baleful.
I should have handed him to the cops myself.
“Yeah, because he’s a fucking criminal,” Rush intoned.
Maybe the guy wasn’t so bad after all.
“We need the room,” the short officer declared. “Everyone that wasn’t involved in the incident at the airport, get out.”
No one moved.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, the man sighed. “You’re all claiming to be involved?”
“We’re Elite,” Jamie said as though that explained everything.
“Like the swimmers?” the other cop probed.
Everyone nodded.
“What does that have to do with anything?” he asked.
“You mess with one of us, you mess with us all,” Ryan replied, calm.
“Fucking elitist swimmers,” the grumpy cop muttered. “I’m tired of getting called every time you and your friends have drama.”
“That sounds a lot like discrimination,” Kruger observed.
“Out! Or I’ll charge you all with impeding an investigation.”
Uncrossing his arms, Max glanced over at the girls, then to Jamie. “You better take them out of here. Things might get violent.”
I suppressed a smile. Max was forever saying he didn’t like Wes’s bros… but he had a protective streak for those girls.
