Page 55 of Kilo's Edge

“I’m not shutting the door in my own damn house,” I pointed out. “Don’t like it, don’t come over here.”

Now it was Ruck’s turn to look harassed and pissed off. “Can we fucking focus?”

“Sorry,” Overdrive said. His grin didn’t look remorseful in the slightest though.

“Is there any way to narrow it down from five to one in a couple days?” Ruck asked Cypher.

“She’s doing her best, but-”

“Ha! I knew it was her!” Warrant crowed, cutting off his president.

Cypher looked over his shoulder, scowling at his Sgt at Arms. After a few moments, he took a deep breath and continued. “She’s doing her best. Saturday may not be feasible though.”

“Shit. Alright,” Ruck told him. “No problem. We’ve got time.”

“I’ll see if I can hurry her along, but she’s already doing what she can.”

“We appreciate this, Cypher,” Ruck told him.

“Yeah,” I added. “Thanks.”

“Thank me by not showing me your cock next time,” he replied. “I’ll call you once I have something new.”

We all hung up on the video chat and I put the orange juice back inside the fridge. Heading back into the bedroom, I slipped into bed behind Camila and kissed her shoulder. She stretched as I palmed her tits and let out a cute little mumble. I hadn’t been looking for her, but I’d be damned if I was going to let a cunt like Kruzman take her from me.

Burying my face in her neck, I went to start up round five. The knock on the door made me freeze and I sighed when it came again. “Fucking better not be some Mormon kid wanting to talk about God,” I muttered. This time, I pulled on a pair of gray sweats as I went to answer the door. “Hold on, holy shit,” I bellowed as another knock came. “Insistent mother fuckers,” I said as I opened the door.

I rubbed a hand over my hair as I saw the Marshal standing there. I completely forgot that I’d texted him last night to meet me. “Hey,” I said, reluctant, but grateful he showed.

“What’s up?” he asked.

I stepped aside and let him inside my house. “Do you have the FBI reports on what happened to Camila’s father?”

He crossed his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes. “Yeah.”

“I want them.”

He barked out a laugh. “Those are official reports in an ongoing case. Why the fuck would I give them to you?”

“To help her,” I shot back. That took the wind out of his sails and he sighed. “I’m not trying to fuck with the case. I’m just trying to figure out what Kruzman is up to.”

Dustin looked angry. “It pisses me off that we’re struggling to keep her safe.”

“Something tells me you’re the only reason she’s still alive," I admitted. The last thing I wanted to do was give him any kind of credit, but he was helping to keep my girl safe, so I was going to put my feelings aside. “I just have this hunch that he doesn’t just want to kill her.”

“That’s what Michaels, my partner, and I think too. But we haven’t been able to figure out what it is he wants.”

“Then let me try.”

He gave me a grim look, then nodded. “Follow me.”

I walked out of the house behind him. “Where’re we going?” I didn’t want to leave Camila alone for too long.

He opened the door to his car and reached in, grabbing a thick folder.

“You carry this around with you?” I asked, surprised when he just handed it over. The fucking thing weighed a ton.

“Safer than leaving it unattended,” he replied with a grin. Then he gave me a serious look. “I’m going to need that back.”

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