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“Goddamn motherfucker!”
“Is Jake a Boston cop?” Drake asks.
“Yeah.”
Another round of curses and grumbling come from Lorenzo and someone else, maybe Max or Dante.
“Hang tight and I’ll be there as soon as I can. You can’t be under arrest, Mia, because a Boston cop has no jurisdiction in Chicago,” Drake assures me. “Say nothing. You understand me?”
“Y-yeah,” I mumble, but I don’t fully comprehend what he’s saying. I’m not under arrest?
“It will be okay, honey. I promise,” Kat assures me.
“Okay,” I agree, but it won’t be. I killed Brad and Jake must have found out. As much as I despise him, he’s a good cop. He’ll never let his brother’s disappearance go unresolved. It’s only a matter of time before he’s able to charge me for real.
* * *
He’s been askingme the same questions for almost an hour now. I’ve refused to answer a single one, and my continued silence is met with increasing agitation. Jake bangs his fists on the table. Pulls at his hair. Snarls in my face, so close that his spittle flecks my cheeks. After my phone call, he cuffed me to the table, so I’m unable to move and unwilling to talk. He should know that a little Mulcahy rage isn’t going to intimidate me—I lived with it for ten long years.
My head hurts so much.
Sunshine.Sucking in deep, even breaths, I repeat the word to myself.
“Could I please get a drink?” I ask. My throat is bone dry and I feel sick.
“When you start answering my fucking questions,” he says with a vicious snarl.
I glower at him. “I’m pretty sure it’s not common practice to deny prisoners a glass of water.”
“Common practice,” he spits. “I should fucking—”
The door bursts open, and a tall, handsome man with impeccably styled hair and one of the finest suits I’ve ever seen strolls into the room.
“Take the cuffs of her. Now,” he demands, his tone even and calm but full of authority, like he’s used to people doing exactly what he says.
Jake glares at him.
“You usually restrain innocent citizens you bring in for questioning, Detective?” he asks. “Unless you want to find yourself on charges for kidnapping, I suggest you take the cuffs off her right now and let her go.”
“Fucking lawyers,” Jake grumbles under his breath, but he unlocks the cuffs, and I rub at the red marks they left on my wrists.
“Kidnapping?” I blink at the guy in the suit in confusion.
“Ms. Stone? I’m Drake James.” He shoots me a wink. “Detective Mulcahy here has no jurisdiction to arrest you in Chicago. No warrant. No grounds at all to detain you here against your will.” He returns his attention to Jake. “And you can make damn sure your superiors back in Boston will be hearing about this.”
“I have every fucking ground,” Jake says with a snarl. “And there will be a warrant. Soon.” The amount of menace in his voice makes me shiver. “Enjoy your freedom while you can.”
Drake takes my hand and helps me up from my seat. Wrapping a protective arm around me, he escorts me to the door, then stops and glances at Jake. “Threaten my client again, Detective, and I’ll have you charged with harassment. Enjoy that badge while you can.”
Jake glares back at him, the vein in his forehead pulsing. He’s not used to being told what to do, much like his older brother.
My legs shake as we walk down the corridor of the station. I can’t believe it’s over…except it isn’t, really. There’s no chance in hell that Jake is ever going to let this go.
“You okay?” Drake asks as he opens the door onto the street.
“Yes. Thank you for that.” I glance behind me, making sure Jake isn’t going to come after me with an arrest warrant. “You were so good in there.”
He shrugs. “That was nothing. You should see my older brother in action.”
