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A knock sounds on the glass mirror. Officer Donaldson jumps up and heads to the door.

“Hang tight.” He says before he closes the door behind him.

Where would I go? I’m handcuffed and in the middle of the police station.

Chapter Twenty

SPENCER

My phone ringsas I’m helping Rhett and Joey unload a cargo ship full of merchandise for the arena.

This might be the one and only legal shipment I’ve helped unload, but since everyone knows the feds are watching our every move, we need to lean more on the legal side of things.

After these next two away games, we are expecting a couple of material shipments for the interior of the new club. The burnt rubble has been demolished and disposed of, and the framing for the new club has just finished.

My phone vibrates in my pocket. Looking at the screen, I see a missed call from an unknown number.

Almost immediately, they call back.

I step away and answer the call. “Hello?”

“Is this Spencer? Savannah’s boyfriend Spencer?” A soft female voice asks from the other end of the call.

“Yes.” I don’t know why, but a large part of me loves hearing her call me Savannah’s boyfriend.

“Hi. It’s Justine, Savannah’s roommate.”

Why is she calling me and not Savannah? The hair on the back of my neck raises. Something isn’t right. Savannah andJustine aren’t even speaking and haven’t since she saw Justine and Connor together.

“What’s wrong? Where’s Savannah? Did something happen to her?” Rhett and Joey overhear my questions and jog over to me.

Rhett raises his eyebrow and Joey steps into the shade and leans on the side of the building.

“Umm, I got your number from Savannah. She’s in trouble and doesn’t have her phone on her. Actually, I don’t know if she has her phone on her or not. She just asked me to call you.”

I narrow my eyes. Why is she dragging this out? How hard is it to just fucking tell me where Savannah is and what happened to her?

“Justine, I appreciate the play-by-play, but please, just tell me what’s going on. If Savannah is hurt, I need to get to her as soon as possible.”

She lets out a long sigh. “Savannah isn’t hurt. She was arrested in class this morning. They paraded her throughout the building. She told me to call you and to let you know what was going on, but she didn’t know why they were arresting her.”

Son of a bitch. This has to be because she told the detective and FBI agent no. I didn’t help matters when I interrupted their conversation and called him out in front of everyone.

“Thanks for calling me Justine. I’ll take it from here.” I end the call and quickly relay what’s going on with Savannah.

“That damn cop has overstepped for the last damn time. He fucking arrested her during class. He didn’t even have the decency to wait. He had to make it a spectacle.”

Rhett runs a hand through his hair. “Go and handle things with her. I’ll finish up here.”

“Thanks.” I say before jogging across the parking lot to my car.

Joey yells, “Don’t do anything stupid to catch a charge. We need you out of jail and packed tomorrow before the flight.”

I chuckle and race to the police station. Traffic is light since most people are in school and at work, and I only get stopped for a couple of red lights.

After parking in a visitor parking spot at the police station, I take several deep breaths before climbing out of my car.

A few officers turn to look my way as I climb the steps to the main entrance. Most of them are on Arturo’s payroll, but they don’t say anything to me. That is part of the agreement we have with them.

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