Page 92 of Tiny's Law

Kourtney moves on wobbly legs into the house, and a female officer follows her into her office while she retrieves her computer.

As soon as she hands it to me, I log in to the security system and rewind back to where Kourtney was alone in her kitchen, feeding Meatball.

Shit. Where is that fucker? I hope he’s unscathed. Kourtney would be fucking devastated if anything happened to him.

Rewatching the entire thing that happened makes my blood boil all over again. How he toyed with Kourtney and Evie is fucking sick. I’m not satisfied that the fucker is now lying lifeless on Kourtney’s kitchen floor with a white sheet draped over him. I want to bring him back to life and suffocate him all fucking over again.

“What is he saying to you?” the detective asks Kourtney softly.

She sniffles, rubbing the cuff of her sleeve under her nose. “He’s pretty much telling me how he planned to kill both Evie and me and then himself.”

The detective turns to a stunned Evie, who nods in confirmation. “Who is this man?”

In a voice I’m not sure any of us would hear if we weren’t all looking at her, Evie squeaks. “My husband.”

The detective nods, turning back and pressing play on the tape. He winces when Matt pistol-whips Kourtney, who jerks in my arms, tucking her face into my chest. I don’t blame her for not wanting to watch what she already just lived through.

When we get to the part where I tackle him, the flash on the screen of the gunshot makes me grind my molars as the pain flares in my arm again.

The scuffle plays out until the end, and the detective pauses the video as I’m pushing myself up to stand on the screen.

“This is clearly a case of self-defense.” He points at the screen. “I don’t see a need to arrest you.”

I nod.

“That being said, I can’t promise that the family won't disagree with me once this gets out.”

“I understand,” I nod again.

“I’m going to need a copy of this to put in the file, and I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other in court for this sometime soon.”

I force out a laugh. “Good thing I know a good lawyer.”

I run the fingers of my good hand through Kourtney’s hair.

The detective watches my movement, and his eyes shine with recognition. “Is that where I recognize you from? You’re the new defense attorney in town, right?”

“Guilty,” Kourtney forces a smile.

“I thought so,” the detective says. Reaching his hand out to me and then down to Kourtney, he introduces himself. “Adam.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Adam. I won’t forget your kindness today,” Kourtney says sweetly.

“No kindness needed. I do this job for a reason. I don’t make a habit of going around falsely arresting people.”

“Then we are going to get along great, Adam.” Kourtney squeezes his hand once more before turning back into me.

I watch as the detective speaks lowly to Ghost and Tex. I hold Kourtney’s face to my chest and breathe in her sweet honey scent.

“Tiny, we really should get your arm looked at.” Kourtney’s melodic voice pulls me from sleep. Shit. I didn’t even realize I fell asleep.

“Your shirt is saturated, and you’re still bleeding. We need to go to the hospital.”

I roll my eyes at her bossiness. “Yes, ma’am.”

I allow Ghost to pull me up from the couch and guide me to Kourtney’s Rover while the police do their thing all around Kourtney’s house.

Before leaving, I give Detective Adam my phone number and email so he can contact me about getting him access to the footage.

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