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“This is my home!”Lark cried.“Not a crime scene.I want inside.My brother is in there.”
“Your brother?”The swirling lights hit the cop’s face.“That piece of shit is your brother?”
Her heart slammed into her ribs.
Hands curled around her shoulders, and she flinched in surprise.Automatically, Lark whirled.
But it was just Oliver.“I didn’t want you here for this,” he said.A stoic mask covered his face.“I tried to keep you away.That’s why we were at the restaurant.So you didn’t have to see…”
“Lark!”Her brother’s yell penetrated through the chaos and had her spinning right back around.
Two men in dark suits pushed her brother from the house.Hercuffedbrother.His hands were behind his back.
She sprang toward him, only to have Oliver lock his arms around her waist and pull her back against him.
“Baby, no,” he rasped against her ear.“You can’t stop this.You don’t know what he’s done.”
She elbowed Oliver as hard as she could and lunged for her brother.“What is happening?”
A cop grabbed her before she could reach Lane.A much rougher hold than Oliver had used, and he shoved her back.She slipped and fell to the ground.
“Watch your fucking self!”Oliver shouted at the cop.“She’s not part of this!”He reached for her.Lifted her up.Swept his hands over her as if he was looking for injuries.
She pushed his hands away.
The two men in dark suits—they were hauling her brother toward a patrol car.
“Stop!”Lark yelled.
They didn’t.
Her brother craned his head and looked back at her.“Call a lawyer!I tried to tell them they were wrong—I wouldnever—they wouldn’t listen!I had to sneak and contact you—they won’t listen!”
The drumming of her heartbeat filled her ears.
One of the men opened the rear door of the patrol car.He put a hand on Lane’s head and thrust her brother into the interior of the car.
“I didn’t do it, Lark!”Lane shouted.“I swear, I didn’t kill those women!”
Those women…
The door slammed.The man who’d put her brother in the vehicle slapped his hand on top of the patrol car.As if he’d been waiting for the signal, the uniformed driver sounded his siren and drove forward.
While her brother, trapped in the back of that car, stared desperately back at her.
The drumming of her heartbeat grew louder and louder.Not just a pounding now.More like constant thunder blasting in her head.
Eyes were on her.She could feel them.Her neighbors.The cops.The reporters.
Oliver.
The two men in dark suits marched toward her.She stiffened as they approached.
“Agent Foxx, we didn’t think you’d be at the scene tonight,” the taller one said.Tall but lean, with a closely trimmed beard on his face.
“Change of plans,” Oliver snapped back.“Especially since you let the bastardtexthis sister.What the fuck?”
The other man—the other agent—grimaced.“We were questioning him.Fool was talking freely, and we didn’t realize that he was sending those messages on the sly.Fucking fast with his hands, that one is.He is—”
