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“We’re on our way, topolina, three minutes tops,” Dante said quietly.
“Damn right we are,” agreed Morrison before André said anything. “We’ll take my car. I don’t have lights.”
Dante hesitated, briefly considering Morrison’s car.
He was the proud owner of the self-proclaimed ugliest ride on the West Coast. Morrison maintained that the abomination, a primer-coated, matte-black Ford Taurus with varying degrees of body damage, was his secret weapon. The beast had no problem reaching 100 mph due to the engine updates he’d installed, and no one pegged it as a LEO’s vehicle. That was because it looked like something a chop shop had gotten a hold of.Frankenstein’s Bad Ride.
“Fine,” Dante muttered against his better judgment. As if there was another choice. Passing the shot-up Cooper Springs police cruiser, Dante didn’t allow himself to consider what had almost happened a few hours ago. André was alive, and Dani needed him now.
“Vests,” André said. “I have two in the back of my car.”
André jogged over to the cruiser, returning seconds later with two Kevlar vests.
“Not top of the line, but better than nothing. Sorry,” he added, “neither one is big enough for you, Morrison. Don’t get shot.”
Without askingwhy the fuckAndré hadn’t been wearing ballistic protection before now, Dante shrugged the offered vest on before taking the passenger seat. André donned his vest and climbed into the back. Dante peered over his shoulder when André started to speak quietly before realizing he had his cell phone pressed to his ear.
“Deputy Cooper, sorry to bother you on your day off. I’m heading out in an unmarked to a possible intrusion.”
It was generous of André to describe Morrison’s beast as an unmarked car.
“Yes.” His tone was full of exasperation. “I have backup. Or maybe I’m the token law enforcement officer, not sure.” There was a click as he secured his seat belt. “Right. Try to raise Trent as well, we might need him. I’ll be in touch ASAP.”
“Can you confirm your address?” André asked Dante.
“We don’t need anyone else showing up.” Dante forced the words through gritted teeth as Morrison sped out of the parking lot and took the first turn like he was a Formula 1 racer. Dante meant Lani Cooper, but André probably thought he was talking about Deputy Trent.
“We don’t know what we’ll find, Cast—Brown. Dante. We may need more firepower. Lani is a good cop and a great shot.”
Dante rattled off his address and André repeated it before clocking off and tucking his phone away.
“I’ve got plenty of firepower in the trunk,” Morrison interjected.
“I only want to know about it if it’s legal,” André said grimly.
“Of course, it’s legal.” Morrison’s voice rose in semi-outrage.
“Fuck,” Dante said, looking at his cell phone. “Dani’s call dropped.”
“You knew it was a possibility. We’re almost there.”
Dante appreciated that André did not assure him Dani was fine. They wouldn’t know until they got there.
Morrison took another corner, faster than he had the one before. The house wasn’t far now. As much as Dante wanted to mow the fuckers down, it would be better if he had as much law as possible by his side. All two of them. Two and a half, if he counted the other deputy.
“Slow down and park at the end of the block,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir. Absolutely, sir. Parking right here, sir, or should we back up a few inches, sir?”
“And you wondered why Hatch keeps Morrison on a short leash.”
“Actually, I hadn’t wondered at all.”
“How do you want to do this?” Morrison asked, ignoring Dante and André.
“Dante and I will approach the house. You stay back and watch our six. Are you good with that?” André asked.
André had his police-issue weapon, Dante reminded himself. Dante was always armed and had weapons stashed all over the house, not just in the kitchen. Morrison moved to the back of the car and popped the trunk. After rummaging around, he pulled out a twelve-gauge shotgun—very likely modified. And a stun gun.
