Page 248 of Sweet Temptation

“Any day I wake up is a nice day to be alive.”

Especially when I wake up next to Summer.

He chuckled. “True enough, brother.”

Brother, was it?

What did he think, because he’d saved my ass last night, we were brothers now?

Or maybe that’s what he wanted me to think. More chance I might feel eager to do him a solid in return.

“Any chance you’re here to tell me why Blair Sanchuk was arrested last night?” I inquired.

“I can’t say why he was arrested. The inner workings of the Vancouver Police Department are a mystery to a man like me. But Blazer might have some idea.”

I looked at Blazer.

“Let’s just say that the first time our boys paid a visit to Sanchuk’s apartment,” Blazer informed me, “it wasn’t nearly as clean as it was when you saw it.”

I considered that.

First time…?

“You got evidence?” I ventured. “Something that could be used against him?”

“Oh, we got evidence,” Piper said.

“The man didn’t exactly cover his tracks,” Blazer said.

“He had product stashed all over the apartment,” Piper supplied. “Found it in about fourteen different places, was it?”

“Something like that,” Blazer said.

I didn’t bother bursting their bubble by mentioning they’d missed one stash. The one the caretaker found.

“You turned it all over to the cops?”

“Riiight,” Piper drawled. “Because I walked into a meetin’ with a cop and handed him a pile of meth, and he believed me that it wasn’t mine. I wore my Sunday best and gave him a pinky swear. We’re friends on Facebook now.”

Yeah, I really didn’t need the sarcasm.

“It wasn’t the product we found that’s gonna do him in,” Blazer informed me. “It’s the intel. Like his phones, and all the shit in them. And the product the cops found when they tore apart that motel room last night.”

I considered that. “You found phones at Sanchuk’s place?”

“Yup,” Piper said. “Two phones. Couple of SIM cards. A laptop. We got some real tech savvy guys in our crew. Bet you didn’t know that.”

I said nothing.

“Cracked into that shit,” he went on, “unearthed a whole trail of skeletons in Sanchuk’s closet. Somehow, that evidence made it into the hands of the police. Like I said, I don’t pretend to know how the police do their jobs. They do theirs, I do mine.”

“Right.”

“But I guess the boys down at the cop shop are all rock hard right now over the idea of takin’ down a member of an out-of-country criminal organization that’s been tryin’ to set up shop in our fine city.” He shrugged. “So I hear, anyway.”

I was still fucking curious how that whole arrangement came about. But however it happened, the fact was he’d somehow served up whatever evidence his club found to the police, and I was grateful.

He didn’t have to do that.

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