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“I’ll call some of my contacts.” Abigail’s voice turns sharp and business-like. “I’ll call in every favor I’m owed if I have to.”
“Should I tell Knix?” Nesce asks. “We don’t know what we’re getting into. We may need the extra muscle.”
“We’ll need all the help we can get.” I look at Abigail meaningfully. She looks back at me with a soft expression, understanding.
“Then I guess you better call Seer,” she says, sliding her phone over to me.
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
Istorm into the police station. Anger boiling inside of me. My fists clench at my sides as I approach the front desk. The officer at the desk looks up at me, startled by my sudden presence.
“I need to speak with the chief,” I tell him, my voice low and rough.
“H-he’s in a meeting,” the officer stutters. “I can call him, but it might be a minute.”
I lean in close to the glass separating us and look the man dead in the eye. “You call him right now and tell him Seer is here to talk to him,” I growl. “If he’s not here in the next five minutes, you will not have a safe place to hide in this entire city.”
The color drains from his face and he frantically pushes buttons. He runs out of his office and shuts the door, leaving me alone in the empty lobby. I hear phones ringing behind the desk, but the kid is gone. He’s probably pissed his pants.
Exactly four minutes and twenty-seven seconds later, the chief storms into the lobby, a furious expression on his face.
“For fuck’s sake, Seer, you didn’t have to threaten the boy. Now I’ll have to pay for his therapy.”
“You can afford it,” I shoot back, eyeing the expensive watch on his wrist. “I think you owe me an explanation.”
He scoffs and rolls his eyes, though I notice his hand moving to the opposite wrist to cover the watch. “I owe you nothing, Seer. Per the terms of our agreement, your club will no longer be investigated. We got our guy and we’re square.”
“Except you didn’t ‘get your guy,’” I seethe. “You’ve simply arrested an innocent woman who was trying to help a vulnerable child.”
“A child she kidnapped,” he interjects.
I could murder him. “Show me the fucking evidence. Show me any proof this woman is who you claim she is. My wife has gotten very close to her and the little girl. I can tell you with one hundred percent certainty Charlie wasn’t kidnapped from a warm, loving home. That little girl has lived through hell. Meredith was the first person to show her an ounce of kindness.”
“That doesn’t make her above the law,” he yells back. “I’m sorry your wife is friends with hardened criminals, but it isn’t my job to keep your friends out of jail. My job was to catch the person who’s been trafficking children into the gangs, and I’ve done that.”
“No,” I growl. “You did nothing of the sort. You let your ego run wild. For some reason, you’ve chosen to trust that weasel Damien. I don’t know what he has on you, but his incompetence knows no bounds. He wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near Pocus’s house.”
“Yet it brought results,” he says haughtily. “He was supposed to be investigating, and that’s what he did.”
“Pocus is part of my crew. They were supposed to be exempt from investigation. Are you telling me you broke our deal?”
“I’m telling you Damien is much more competent than you think he is. He had a hunch. He followed it, and now a dangerous criminal is behind bars. Case closed, Seer. Now if there’s anything else…”
He turns to go back into the station, but I stop him.
“There is something else,” I say, my voice lowering just a fraction. “Where is Charlie? Regardless of what you think Meredith has done, she was safe with Pocus and Abigail. I need to know that she will stay safe.”
“I have no idea where she is, but I know she should be as far away from you people as possible,” he answers smugly. “That little girl has been through hell. I’m glad she wasn’t left there. Damien did the right thing by getting social services involved. He’s up for a large commendation thanks to you.”
That’s enough to break me. I turn and punch the wall, my fist going straight through the drywall. The chief’s eyes widen and he steps back. He’s afraid. Good. I approach him slowly, getting right in his face.
“My men have brought down corrupt organizations before, and we’ll do it again,” I tell him, poking him in the chest. “That piece of shit you call a cop has been nothing but trouble from the beginning. The fact that you’ll take his word tells me everything I need to know about your character. You are a small man, and by the time we’re through eviscerating your career, you won’t be able to get a job as a traffic cop.”
“Good luck with that,” he says with false bravado. I see the cracks. I’ve gotten to him. “When the news releases that I’ve caught the person responsible for trafficking kids, I’ll be a hero.”
“Then you better work on finding them.” I turn on my heel and storm out of the station.
I have every intention of returning to the clubhouse, but I turn into Pocus’s driveway. We’ve barely spoken in the last few weeks except for his yelling at me for every problem he perceives as my fault. He called me when Charlie was taken earlier, but that wasn’t a pleasant conversation. It’s time to bury the hatchet.
