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The cops who'd booked us had taken the USB drive along with all my other possessions and put it into a clear plastic bag inside their storage area. I needed to get that in the right hands as soon as possible if I had any hope of prosecuting him. And fuck did I want to be the one who went after him.

"It was my idea to bring Sikes into this," I replied. "He sold us out."

"And we'll make him pay right along with Fremont," Lock told me.

A cop opened the door and entered the hallway, walking toward the booking area.

"Hey," I called. I didn't yell, or scream, or demand, so he paused and looked at me. "Could I get my phone call?"

"You assholes shot up the fucking frontage road," he answered.

"Allegedly. Doesn't mean I don't get a phone call," I replied. "I'm a lawyer, I oughta know."

He narrowed his eyes, probably trying to figure out if I was lying. He must have read the truth in my eyes, because he grabbed the key ring off his belt and stepped up to my cell. "One call." His eyes met Idaho's and Rip's. "Stay sitting," he told them.

They nodded in agreement and kept their asses on the benches so that I could get the opportunity to get my call.

"Hands together in front of you," he directed.

I let him handcuff me in front and didn't complain. I needed this call. Shooting Lock a meaningful look, I kept my mouth shut. I was going to do my best to get us out of this. The cop stopped us next to a bank of phones. I picked up the phone and dialed one of the few numbers I knew by heart. I ignored the cop as it rang.

He better fucking pick up.

"Hello? Who the fuck is-" Rainer stopped talking as the message played.

"You're receiving a call from-" I glanced over at the officer, who was watching me with bored eyes.

"Reed Henderson," I answered when prompted to give my name.

"Will you accept the charges?"

"Yes, dammit, just put him on."

"Rainer," I said, relief heavy as I heard him cussing up a storm on the other end of the line.

"You're in jail? What the fuck, Reed?"

"I need your help."

"Fuck."

"Can you get to Tucson ASAP?"

"You're lucky I had a meeting in Casa Grande today. I'll be there in about an hour."

"Don't get pulled over," I told him, eyeing the cop again. "You're our only fucking hope here. I can't trust anyone else with this. When you get to the station, try to find an officer, David Torres. No one else, Rainer. David Torres."

"Got it. Which station are you at?"

"What's the address?" I asked the cop.

I repeated it as he rattled it off. "Just be careful, Bro." I turned, putting my back toward the cop and mumbled into the phone. "If anyone finds out you're trying to help us, you might end up with a fucking hit out on you."

"Shit, Reed. What the fuck are you involved in?"

"Something huge."

"Clearly. I'll be there as soon as I can."

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