Page 128 of Smitten with the Single Dad

“What happened?” Everett murmured in the background.

“Jenkins and Fischer went and arrested Vica.”

“But they’re not on duty,” Everett said. “What the fuck?”

“What do you mean they’re not on duty?” Dom asked, after Wyatt put the phone on speaker.

“They’re on night shift. We’re day shift today,” Myla said. “They shouldn’t be arresting anybody.”

Wyatt and Dom’s eyes both went wide, and they looked at each other as Wyatt grew more and more nauseous. “They’re not going to the police station,” Dom said.

“What happened there?” Everett asked.

“They destroyed the circuit board for the security gate, went to the house, and arrested Vica while destroying all three women’s phones,” Wyatt said. “And Jenkins assaulted Justine. Her face is fucking purple.”

“Motherfuckers,” Everett said. “Okay. We’re on our way.”

“On your way where?” Dom asked, panic in his voice. “We don’t even know where the fuck we’re going.”

“Where are you now?” Myla asked.

“Almost at Gunpowder Trail,” Dom replied.

“We’ll meet you there and we’ll go together.” Then the line disconnected.

“Pull over,” Wyatt said to his brother. “I’m going to be sick.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

“So you two are dirty cops?” Vica said from the backseat of the police car. “Wyndham Croft is paying you to get rid of me.”

“Everybody has a price, sweetheart,” Fischer said. “Mine might have been higher if my alimony payments weren’t so fucking high. Bitch of an ex-wife is taking half of everything, including my pension. Croft didn’t have to offer much before I jumped at the chance to get some money on the side, that Gloria has no clue about.”

“Mine too,” Jenkins agreed. “Stupid cunt.”

“Maybe your wives left you because you’re both corrupt pieces of shit,” Vica snapped back.

The hand came hard and fast, and out of nowhere. It knocked the side of her head against the window. “You watch your fucking mouth,” Jenkins warned. His phone vibrated, and he glanced down at it as stars filled Vica’s eyes and a ringing formed in her ears. “Where does Burke live?” he asked Fischer.

“Burke who?”

“I dunno his last name. Does anybody? The text message just said that Burke was being warned about something. Maybe we need to go check it out. Isn’t heone of those guys in the kitchen?”

“You have a mole at the restaurant,” Vica said. “Who?”

“Roll down the fucking window,” Jenkins ordered, retracting his own window. “It smells like vomit in here.”

“Maybe if I wasn’t terrified for my life …” Vica replied.

“Do you need another fucking warning?” Jenkins asked.

She closed her mouth.

“Where does Burke live?” Fischer asked.

“I think he’s on the north side, on Blind Bluff Drive.”

Fischer nodded and took a right at the next intersection. “Right.”

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