Page 96 of Renegade

“Mike, we’re going to need an ambulance. She’s in bad shape.” Elizabeth was panting heavily and trying to sit up as blood gushed between her legs. I knew next to nothing about pregnancy, but I was pretty damn sure that wasn’t normal.

She cried out in pain again before losing consciousness. “We’re going to need an ambulance for both of them. We just found Katya Egorichev.”

The motherfucker I’d interviewed repeatedly had her the entire time. The loving boyfriend who’d organized countless search parties and press conferences had been my number one suspect in the beginning, but there’d been no evidence to support it.

Left with no other options and praying that Grey was close, I called it in. Dispatch gave me the run around as I explained the situation and I lost my temper. “Fuck! I’m aware that we’re under a blizzard warning—I’ve got two women who need immediate medical attention!”

They finally gave in and told me they’d send a chopper to meet us at the nearest highway. I lifted Katya up in my arms, trying not jar her broken body as we mounted the stairs. David settled Elizabeth into the front seat, while I buckled Katya into the back. The case that had plagued me for months was going to be closed—why didn’t that leave me with a good feeling?

I felt like I should’ve known where she was all along. If only we’d had a tail on Landon twenty-four hours a day. She kept a death grip on me, even as I tried to back out of the truck.

Knowing what was about to happen back inside, I handed David my phone. I didn’t need anyone looking into my location. “Go, I’ll catch up with you! They’ll get you to the chopper. Hurry—this storm won’t hold back much longer.”

I released Katya’s hands from the front of my shirt and pointed back to the house. “I’m going to take care of him. I will come to you, I promise.”

I was thinking I had maybe ten minutes to get Landon out of the house when Grey roared up in his truck.

“What do we have?” He asked somberly.

I clenched my jaw. “Found my missing model…and David’s wife holed up in here. The fucker’s wounded, but I need him alive. I promised David.”

He didn’t question my logic, just nodded, and headed into the house with his gun drawn. “The boys should be pulling up in about thirty seconds.”

We dragged Landon up out of the basement as he cursed us both and bragged about his exploits. “You cops think you’re so fucking smart, but you’re not. You’re all just a bunch of lackeys, standing around until your shift ends, hoping the next peon is the one who cracks the case for you. It’s just laziness, Detective. Sheer laziness.”

Grey had simply given him an amused smirk, while I’d snarled, “Your death is going to be a slow one, asshole.” I’d put in countless hours trying to find Katya and he’d been toying with us from day one.Shift work?I’d sacrificed a real relationship jumping through hoops for the bastard.

He’d nodded. “Yeah, rotting away in a prison cell. I wonder how much free time I’ll get to write letters. If I’m a model prisoner, I might even get early parole.”

Grey swung his steel-toed boot out and caught Landon in his wounded leg, sending him face down in the front yard with a yell. “Oh, Jesus, son. You’re gonna have to watch where you step.”

He’d bitten his tongue in the fall and spewed a mouthful of blood as he screamed, “And who the fuck are you? The bad cop to Sullivan’s good cop?”

Grey grinned. “I’m the motherfucking Pres of Silent Phoenix MC. I’d say that’s about the furthest thing from a cop, wouldn’t you?”

Landon’s face paled as Grey slipped on his gloves. He forced Landon into the driver’s seat of his own truck, making sure to dump as much blood in the floorboard as possible.

“It’s a shame you tried to outrun the cops in this weather,” I told him just as the cavalry arrived.

The Comedian was the first one to walk up. “Well, well. Looks like this one found himself some trouble.” He yanked Landon from his truck and dragged him over to his. “Let’s take a trip,” he grinned.

Landon shot a helpless look toward me. “You’re a fucking cop, Sullivan. You can’t just hand me over to a bunch of bikers. It goes against your fucking oath to serve and protect!”

I nodded. “You’re right. I see that as more of a guideline than a rule though. You know, following my own code—kinda like you did.”

Landon began fighting to get out of my father’s truck. “I’ll see you in Hell, Sullivan. You hear me?” My father caught him with an elbow and he immediately slumped over in the front seat.

“Looking forward to it,” I muttered. I’d solved the case and kept my promise to David. My hands were clean as far as I was concerned.

Grey directed another member to drop the truck as far away from the farmhouse as possible before turning to me. “We’re heading out. He’ll be up north when you’re ready. You know the coordinates.”

It was done.

Well, almost.

I pulled my burner phone from my back pocket. “Nikolay? It’s Detective Sullivan. We got her. She’s been taken to the hospital.”

“Who was it?” His tone was brisk.

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