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The makings of a cocky sneer shaped his lips.Damn it.This was going to cost us. I refused to allow her to pay.
“You’ve failed to inspire me to do so.”
A desperate phone call wasn’t enough? Ineverasked him for anything. And by the triumph on his face, he’d been waiting for this day.
“She shouldn’t be here.”
“Neither should you. I understand slumming is a temptation, but it isn’t a long-term strategy.”
Everything in me wound up so tightly, I reached the explosion point at lightning speed.How dare he speak of her that way.Lexie was perfect.
I struggled to contain the rage just under my surface. But I couldn’t stop myself from stepping closer, right into his space.
“Donotdisrespect her.”
“Or what?” He was enjoying this far too much. “Lest you forget, I can free her or keep her exactly where she is.”
My stomach pitched. He’d do it. Just to spite me.
The police commissioner, the mayor, any ranking official in government . . . my father had power over them. How I didn’t know. But that didn’t make it less true.
“I wouldn’t dare.” I managed to refrain from allowing the sarcasm I wished to let loose emerge.
“I didn’t think you would.”
“What needs to be done?” It was a lethal question. One I wasn’t sure I truly desired to have answered. But he was here, which was a feat within itself. I had to take advantage of that, especially if it meant Lexie’s freedom.
“Are you going to rectify your situation?”
“I’m working on it,” I said through my teeth.
“It appears you’re more concerned with Miss Logan. She’s taking too much of your time.”
I wasn’t surprised he knew that, but I was stunned it only now occurred to me that I never told him which police station she was being held at.
“And she’s been detained too long.”
Daniel stood a few feet behind my father with his phone pressed to his ear. From what I could gather, he was attempting to find Lexie’s father and the man who gave the statement in his defense. Daniel wielded a lot of clout and influence, and always seemed to know someone who could make things happen. If anyone could find them, it was him. Maybe he could work a miracle, and I could forget I’d ever asked the bastard, my godawful father, to help me.
“Are you pressuring me?” Father’s tone threatened, one I recognized far too well.
And it occurred to me, I wouldn’t personally pay for this favor. Beau or Teague or Lexie would because he knew that would affect me the most deeply.
“I’d prefer—”
“We need an ambulance. Prisoner down!”
At the shout, I rushed toward the reception window. A frenzy of movement ensued behind the partition.
“Who is it? What happened?”
The receptionist cradled a phone between her shoulder and ear. “I don’t know, sir.”
“Find out.”
She pulled the phone away from her mouth. “I can’t release information on prisoners.”
I pointed to a painting across the lobby. “That man funded most of the police stations in New York City. He’s my grandfather and I’m due answers.”
