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The rookie didn’t look so confident anymore. His eyes darted around to all the men standing around, listening. All of them were in some form of law enforcement, so this guy couldn’t BS his way through his reasoning for holding them.
“I’m waiting on those reports, sir.”
“And you were making them wait in interrogation rooms?” The captain was looking quite angry, and then he started to look a little embarrassed. “Cambridge, go and follow up on those reports, ASAP.”
Day smiled politely and turned to open the door for the fuming rookie. Quick had a feeling Day wasn’t willing to let the guy off so easy. When he was almost out the door, Day whispered not so quietly. “And make sure you stop by the bathroom and take a good dump before you get those reports, because you’re full of shit.” Day slammed the door hard enough to rattle the glass and draw the rest of the bullpen’s attention.
Several of the guys hid their laugh under loud coughs while the captain wagged his finger at his Lieutenant. “That was unnecessary, Day.”
“I don’t like cops who abuse their authority.”
The captain scoffed at Day. “Kettle, make sure I introduce you to pot when he gets back.”
“Can we stay focused, please?” A man who’d introduced himself as Syn spoke through the noise with authority, calming most of the men… and Day. Quick was surprised. The man had been sitting in the corner, listening with a sharp ear and watching carefully. He only spoke in his grave, raspy voice when he had to.
“Fine.” Captain Jones stood, taking the file with him. “I have your written statements. I need Mr. Montgomery to get down here within the next couple of hours to write his own, and he’ll need to comply with a ballistic swabbing. I understand Brian King is currently receiving medical attention. I can send an officer who can translate to get his statement.”
“I’m sure they’ll both comply,” Duke answered.
“I’ll need a report from Dr. Cayson Chauncey as well.”
Quick’s head perked up at the sound of his lover’s name, but the distinguished man wasn’t looking at him as he kept speaking. “Once the forensics reports come back, I’ll hand this off to one of my lead detectives. Make sure none of you leaves town. As long as your story checks out, I don’t know of a DA who’ll prosecute. From what I’ve read.” The captain looked up at them with a surprising amount of sorrow. “I hate it had to happen this way, and I’m sorry your man was hurt. I strongly suggest you get restraining orders while my officers locate and question the man whom you allege hired the attackers.”
“I can let Dana know to get down here now.” Duke sounded about as ready to leave as Quick was. “I have all his paperwork, but it was taken along with all the other stuff from my office.”
“Yeah. Can I get my phone back now?” Quick looked back and forth at God and Day. He really needed to speak to Cayson.
“We’re not your fuckin’ errand boys, Marlboro Man. You can get your shit on the way out, like anyone else,” Day snapped back at Quick.
Who did he think he was talking to? This was not the time to get on Quick’s nerves. He’d been thrown in a tiny room and cut off from his loved ones for hours. He was struggling keeping his ire under control. When he looked at Day’s smug smile, he felt an overwhelming desire to slap it off his face. Quick sizzled in his seat while Day watched him to see if he’d make a move.
“Rome,” Duke hissed. “Settle down. They did help us.”
Damn, his friend knew him well. Ignoring the warning, Quick was ready to throw up a challenge, but he felt more than he saw the heavy presence of Day’s partner. God was watching Quick with the intense green eyes of a fierce guardian. It was a look that told Quick without words that he may want to think about his next move very carefully. God looked like a man who didn’t appreciate his possessions being threatened, either. Quick’s heart pounded in his chest, and his hands began to squeeze the arms of the chair, almost to the point of tearing them off. The look Day wore, it was like he took pleasure in making others squirm. As the captains talked and the rest of the team went back to work, no one was paying attention to their silent exchange.
Quick looked back at God, he didn’t think the man had even blinked. If there was one thing a predator could immediately recognize, it was when he was in the company of another predator who was just as strong. Regardless of how well trained Quick was, he didn’t want to go up against a man who actually called himself God. When two alpha lions fought, there was rarely a victor… just mutual destruction and a lot of bloodshed.
