Page 15 of Tiny's Law

“That’s because you will be,” he says matter of fact.

I don’t even realize until Tiny is guiding me inside what they call the clubhouse that he’s held onto me the entire time and that I never released my hold on his hand. I drop my hold on him and step away when one of the guys sends a funny look our way.

“Ghost’s office is right over here,” Tiny says as he points to a hallway and leads me over.

I look back towards the room we’ve walked through, realizing that it wasn’t even a door. Just a large hole in the wall with thick plastic hung up.

“What happened to the door?” I ask Tiny as I follow closely behind him.

“That’s part of the reason you’re here.”

Both of my eyebrows shoot up at that. “Oh.”

“Lovely,” Reggie mutters from behind me. I forgot he was even here, to be honest.

I snort out a laugh at my friend’s obvious discomfort. Once inside the large office, Tiny guides me to a seat across from the large desk. I pull my iPad from my bag and flip it open so that the keyboard is against my lap. Reggie mirrors me. With the two of us here, things should go much faster. I open a new document and crack my thumbs before starting.

Ghost takes the seat across from me and my fingers start flying across the keys as they all recite the events of the evening before from different perspectives.

I’m vaguely aware of Lilah sniffling behind me when they get to the part where they returned from the hospital and the officers were waiting.

“What I find really interesting is the arresting officer just so happens to be the brother of the victim from years ago. I’m going to look into that. Most places don’t like pursuing cases with conflicts of interest,” I say aloud as I type the name of the officer and his brother in my document.

As I take time researching Ringer’s case in the database from years ago, the phone on the desk rings. Lilah jumps to her feet, running to snatch the device off the table. Her eyes light up as she presses on the screen, I’m sure accepting the call.

“Ringer!” She breaks into sobs.

I focus back on my screen while Ghost takes the phone from her, telling his brother about Reggie and me and that we hope to have him out today.

Nervous butterflies twitch through my stomach. Let’s hope it’s not a lie and we can actually do it.

Pulling up to the jail with the sounds of motorcycle engines surrounding my car is a new sensation for me. I’m not used to motorcycles in general. I have never even ridden one before. So, to say that the loud roaring of multiple bikes all on top of each other really overstimulates my ears at first would be an understatement, but I slowly start to get used to it. Just when that starts to happen, the engines all cut off one at a time.

Luckily, I haven’t removed my sunglasses yet because I get to ogle Tiny as his large, muscular legs guide his bike backward until the rear tire is pressed against the curbing.

“You have some drool there,” Reggie says sarcastically as he wipes his thumb against my chin. I swat his hand away, knowing that he probably just fucked up my makeup.

Asshole.

He laughs when I roll my eyes and push my sunglasses to the top of my head.

Taking the steps up to the door of the jail, I let out a small chuckle at what we must look like barging in here as a big group.

I check in at the front desk while the club is all escorted into the waiting room. I shiver, thinking about how long this may take and the lot of them waiting in the small, uncomfortable metal chairs.

I’m met with one officer first and paste on my sugar-sweet smile. This is the first client I’m meeting here in this new town, so I don’t want to make enemies my first time coming here. Although I do have a feeling I’m going to have one enemy before leaving here today.

“Can you point me to Officer Truden, please?” I smile and bat my lashes dramatically at the wet-behind-the-ears officer near the check-in desk, who also hands me a pass. He smiles back at me, popping his dimples, and points to a man maybe a few years older than me. He’s sitting at a desk with his feet kicked up, and yes, you guessed it, eating a fucking donut.

“Perfect.” I wink at the young man and glance at his badge. “Thank you, Officer Miles.”

“You’re welcome, Ms. Walker.”

I cross the large office with a purpose. Even with all the rowdy noise going on, I can hear my heels clunking against the hardwood with every step.

The man doesn’t even see me coming, and I toss the thick manilla folder down on the desk right next to his legs. Once smiling and laughing with his coworkers, the smile drops as he turns a sneer on me, his hard eyes scanning over my body. At the sight of my bare legs, his gaze turns appreciative before they snap back to mine. “Can I help you?”

I shove my hand out to him. “Kourtney Walker, nice to meet ya,” I say in my best Harley Quinn impression. “I’ll give you a little while to read through that while your beautiful friend here gets me into a room with my client.”

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