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“It’s only been two hours – how’d you get to the hospital so fast? What about the cops?”
“Peters was at the crime scene. He let me go as long as I come in later this morning to give a statement.”
Damn it.
Dan Peters was the police chief. He had been on the payroll for twenty years before I took over – first as a rank and file, then sergeant, captain, and finally the head honcho. He and I hadn’t been on the best of terms during my tenure as president, largely because he wasn’t getting the big payoffs from back in the day when the Midnight Riders were running coke and heroin. On the plus side, he had a lot fewer dead bodies to overlook these days.
But if he’d let Kade go, he was obviously expecting a return to A dollar for me, a favor for you.
This could be tricky.
“Alright, I’ll go in with you.”
“You should talk to Lou first.”
The unspoken second sentence was Get your stories straight. But with an unsecured line and the NSA tapping everybody’s phones these days, certain things are best left unsaid.
“I hear you,” I said. “Let me go find Lou, and I’ll rendezvous with you later.”
“Good. Have fun the last couple of hours?”
He said it almost in the same flat, level tone he always used. Almost. Somebody else would’ve thought he resented me and was being passive-aggressive, but they didn’t know Kade the way I did.
He was being cheeky.
“A whole lot more than you did,” I came back at him, a grin on my face.
“No doubt. Good luck with Lou.”
“Thanks, Kade.”
“No problem, boss.”
I hung up.
Kade was a good man. I’m glad I had him to depend on when the shit hit the fan.
Which it already had.
Which meant that I had to suit up and ride back out into the world…
…no matter how much I wanted to stay here with the beautiful woman in my bed.
26
Fiona
Iwas lolling in bed when Jack walked back in the room – and my eyes devoured every inch of him. Powerful legs, muscular torso, massive arms. The full sleeves of tattoos, the ones on his chest. That short, dashing beard, the beautiful blue eyes. And his cock – I loved to look at it soft almost as much as when it was hard. So big and full, swinging thick and long between his legs as he walked.
“Mmm, ready for Round Five?” I purred – and then realized something was wrong.
His face was kind; his voice was kinder. “I’m sorry, but I’ve got to get you back to your motel.”
I got up on one elbow and pulled the sheets up to my breasts, subconsciously trying to shield myself. I only realized I’d done it seconds after I spoke. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
He sat down on the bed next to me and brushed his hand softly across my face. “I talked to Kade. Benjy made it, but he’s in surgery. I need to get down there.”
“Oh my God.” I’d forgotten all about our troubles, and now I felt guilty. Outside this bubble we’d built for ourselves the last two hours, people were dying and fighting for their lives.
