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Fridays at a police station, even in the morning, are chaotic. I had breakfast on the plane and then napped, so when we arrived in Rochester, I was ready for the day. We met Jordan at the airport, unsurprised to find he had already arranged for transportation. I swear, it’s as if Jordan and Greg were having a dick measuring contest to see how prepared the other was.
On second thought, I never want to think about either of their dicks in any capacity again.
Now, looking around the station, it’s only nine in the morning, and it’s super loud. There are people being processed, and others leaving who obviously spent the night in the drunk tank, based on the fumes I can smell.
Roark and Turner keep me between them at all times, buffering me from everything happening. Orion and Derek’s eyes take everything in as Greg and Jordan head to the front desk, where there’s an officer answering the phone and talking to people waiting to be helped.
“Hi,” Uncle Jordan says respectfully. “I’m here for James Campbell, I’m his brother. There appears to be a discrepancy in the paperwork that was filed, but I need to speak to him so I can fix it.”
I feel as if his words are weighted, and that my father’s decisions in the next few minutes will determine if he’s stuck here for longer than necessary. I appreciate Jordan’s unwillingness to bend for his brother, because my safety and the information that I need is more important. But then, Uncle Jordan has been fighting for me before he even knew my name.
The desk officer barely blinks as he takes us all in. “Of course, if you wouldn’t mind signing in, just one person is fine. I’ll have someone out to speak with you,” he says.
I feel as if he’s brushing us off, but Greg puts his name on the sign in sheet, showing me he’s getting the same vibes.
Ten minutes later, a detective rushes out to see us. While Greg is a well-kept secret, one of his aliases apparently works often with the police force.
“Agent Link, it’s so nice to meet you, I’m so sorry that I kept you waiting,” she gushes. I hold in a smile, because that’s the name of one of the men that Tori is married to.
Greg just smiles and nods, motioning for us to follow. “Do you have somewhere we can all talk? We need to speak to James Campbell, and it’s urgent,” he tells her.
The detective doesn’t ask any questions, and I wonder if someone spoke to her already about Greg’s visit. At this point, nothing would surprise me.
We’re ushered into an interview room, and I glance over at Greg. I’ve watched a lot of movies, and wonder if there are recording devices active in here. He holds his finger up to his lips, confirming my suspicions. Pressing my lips together, I nod, waiting for my father to come in. The detective brings him in, and Greg quickly steps outside to speak to her.
The room is drab, with a table in the middle of the room and not much else. Now that I’m looking for it, I can see at least one camera, and it’s light blinking red.
Crossing my arms, I stare at my father in disgust. Why couldn’t I have decent parents, instead?
“What’s going on?” James asks, his eyes taking in my guys and Jordan. “Why the fuck am I being detained? I was strip searched, Jordan!”
I snicker, because damn, karma’s a bitch.
“You should sit down, James, before you have a coronary,” Jordan says disdainfully.
Greg walks back in as my father sputters about how his heart is fine. Greg walks over to the camera hung on the wall, and disconnects the wires.
“Look for any listening devices,” he grunts, and Orion and Derek start prowling the room.
“This is getting ridiculous. What are you, spies? Who the fuck cares if they’re recording? You’re all as delusional as Lennon, aren’t you?” James complains.
This time, it gets to me, and I turn away from him so he won’t see the hurt in my eyes.
I’m not crazy, delusional, or take after my mother in any way that matters.Swallowing hard, I ignore everything as I take deep breaths. Roark hides me by standing in front of me to give me a moment, and I struggle to ground myself.
I hear the sound of someone being punched and turn with a gasp.
“James, I wouldn’t talk about my niece in front of her boyfriends like that,” Uncle Jordan chuckles.
“Little Valkyrie, you good?” Roark rumbles and I sigh. I can’t hide until I feel better.
Putting my hand on his back and pushing gently, I get ready to speak to my piece of shit father.
“Niece?! Boyfriends?!” he asks, shocked and I roll my eyes as I see him, holding his face in pain.
Turner looks smug and winks at me. Man, I love that man so much.
“You didn’t believe me. I’m guessing it’s safe to talk now?” I ask, amused. Greg nods, arms going behind his back to see how I want to play this. “I asked nicely, and now I’m done fucking around. I’m not insane, Carrie O’Reilly is alive, and I just want to be able to live my goddamn life again!”
