Page 48 of Griz's Edge

“You mean Mom’s stalker was a cop?”

Holy shit.

“Yes, and in keeping up with things, he’s still on the force, but now he’s got even more backing because of his rank. Copsare going to need some hellacious proof if they’re gonna believe someone accusing one of their own.”

“What’s the cop’s name?” Griz demands, his body tensing, and his arm around me tightens.

“Deets,” Mom utters the name quietly.

“Fuck,” Griz snarls, bolting out of his seat. “Keys!”

“Already on it,” Keys shouts rushing from the room. “Give me ten, and I’ll have something for you.”

“Prez, think you should call Adams back in on this,” Nines suggests.

“What’s going on?” I demand, coming to my feet, hands on my hips.

Griz slowly turns to me. “Remember how we first met?”

I did and I find the fact he’s asking, confusing. “Yes, what about it?”

“The order was against Hattie Deets. Now, you tell me this isn’t a fucking coincidence?”

“I don’t believe in coincidences.” There’s something not right about all of this, though. “Why are you flipping out though? That’s what I don’t get?”

“Her dad is a cop. I overheard her talking to him on the phone. Ended it. She didn’t like it, so she tried that bullshit with the protective order.”

“Okay,” I draw out, not quite getting what his ex has to do with her dad. Unless . . . “You think . . .”

“Don’t know, sweets, but we’re gonna find out.” He looks to Blow. “I agree with Nines. As much as I hate the idea of bringing cops into club business, Adams knows, just as we do, that there are some shady cops on the force.”

“I’ll call him,” Blow nods and pulls his phone out as he steps away.

Throughout this, my parents and siblings all watch as the man I’ve fallen for and his brothers take over what’s going on.However, I’m not able to let them take this over without me being involve. I mean, this whole thing does happen to be my problem. Not theirs. I’ll do my part even if that means working in the background. It’s what I’m best at. Finding the information for them to be able to do what they gotta do.

It doesn’t matter to me they already have Keys on it. Where he can’t do something, I can.

For instance, I can go into police databases, I’m sure they know nothing about.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

GRIZ

“What the hell do you think you’re going to do that we’ve not been able to do?” Marley’s brother demands.

“Marshall, stop it.”

I gotta admit, Marley’s the spitting image of her mom. The only difference between the two of them is their age, and Marley’s got her dad’s eye color.

“Seriously, Mom, this is bullshit,” Marshall sneers. “You don’t need this shit, and neither does Dad.”

“Your sister doesn’t need it either,” I sneer, seriously not liking Marley’s brother. Since meeting him a bit ago, he’s done nothing but piss me off. I’d even taken his side earlier when he and Marley were arguing. “You think your parents have wanted to hold this secret to themselves for as fuckin’ long as they have,” I stretch an arm out in their direction, narrowing my gaze, “I sure as fuck don’t think they did. Your dad did what the hell he had to do to protect his woman, your mother. Just like I’ll be damned if I’m going to standby and do nothing to keep my own woman safe. Maybe if you got your head out your ass, you’d see it the way I’m seeing the situation.” I look toward Marley’s littlesister and jerk my chin. “Same goes for you. Lose the bitchy attitude toward your sister and grow the fuck up.”

I didn’t have to be in Marla’s presence long to see that she’s the baby, so she likes to use the fact to her advantage.

“If none of you can do anything to help, then get out,” I say and turn toward Michael. “You said on the phone for us not to touch the car ‘til you got here. Now, I want to know why?”

“Right before moving, Deets tried to kill Anna. Her car had been rigged to go off while she was driving. The fucked-up part of it was, Anna wasn’t driving the car that day. Her friend Beth was. Beth was killed, but there was no way to prove it was Deets who planted the explosive.”

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