Page 37 of Lawyer's Secret Omega

My terrified look must have worked in my favor. One of them reached for their radio. "Patient is not safe at the local hospital. We'll need to transport him out of town." I didn't hear what came back from the radio. The EMT turned towards me. "Do you know where you'd be safe?"

"The city. It's far enough away. I work at Dewey Cheetum and Howe Law Firm in the city. That's where they kidnapped me from before they drove me here. My roommate is there, just get me there." There were squawking sounds from the radio again.

"Patient says the attackers are his relatives who work on the local police force. He wants to be transported to a hospital in the city where he lives." I sure hoped that they could get me out of here. I didn't know where Marcus was, but I really hoped he was fine. I just knew I had to get the hell out of this town.

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Marcus

I heard a woman yell, probably Mrs. Hodges. Big Ugly and the other guy glanced at each other, which gave me enough time to kick the gun out of his hand, hand twist his arm back, and hit him on the back of the neck, knocking him out. I then dove toward the other guy, somersaulting behind him, then kicking his knees out and knocking him out as well. These idiots were completely untrained. Thank God for that.

"This is the FBI! Put your hands up! Put your guns down, put your hands up, and kneel down!" Steve! The cavalry had come through. I knelt right where I was, in between the two clowns on the floor. Blood pooled under Big Ugly's body. Shit. He must have hit his head or something on the kitchen counter when he went down. I hoped he wasn't dead. I didn't want to face a manslaughter or murder charge. Nothing said "career over" like a murder two rap.

"We're coming in now! Shout out where you are!"

"I'm Marcus Sutton, licensed attorney. I am on my knees with my hands up, in the kitchen, surrounded by the two people that kidnapped my employee Ryan Hodges earlier today. One of them had a gun, which is now lying on the kitchen floor. I kicked the gun away from him and incapacitated them right before you showed up." I hoped they heard that.

I heard a noise and looked up. A man in an FBI jacket, with his gun out and pointed at me, came into the kitchen. "I want you to put your hands behind your head."

I put my hands behind my head while still kneeling. I hoped this guy wasn't trigger-happy.

"I've got a suspect on his hands and knees in the kitchen surrounded by two bodies on the floor. Status unknown." He must be talking to a partner.I sighed because I knew if they considered me a suspect, it was going to be a long day. I hoped Steve could get out here and help. I kept looking at the FBI agent because I didn't want him to get nervous if I looked anywhere else. In a tense situation like this, you didn't know what might set someone off.

"One subject down in the kitchen, bleeding out. Send medics." The FBI agent walked toward the gun and picked it up, while keeping his gun and his eyes trained on me. "I want you to stand up and walk in front of me, out the front door. Keep your hands behind your head. Do not look in any direction other than straight ahead. Stand up now."

I stood up, my knees complaining, and looked straight ahead, not even glancing at the agent, as I walked through the house and out the front door. I glanced to the side and saw what had been keeping Eric. He and Mrs. Hodges were both kneeling on the grass in handcuffs. Well, at least Eric didn't look injured and was still alive. I had no idea where Ryan and Bill were. I hoped they were back in the car and Ryan wasn't hurt.

I was directed to kneel down, handcuffed, and then told to lay down on the lawn. There were at least six feet between us, so we were unable to have a conversation. I sighed again. I hoped someone separated the bad guys from the good guys soon. I needed to know how Ryan was. Hell, I needed to know if he was even here anymore.

I couldn't see anything that was going on. The Hodges probably should've paid more attention to their lawn than their unmarried son. The grass was too high and I couldn't see a damn thing. I heard a distinctive siren sound and realized a helicopter was coming. I hoped that was Steve's doing and not the local police force. If the local police got involved, and started spouting the bullshit thatwewere the bad guys, this was going to go even worse than I thought.

I still couldn't see or hear anything, but it sounded like the helicopter had landed somewhere behind the house as the rotors were slowing down. I heard sirens and swore. It was the fucking police, it had to be. Dammit. The siren got closer and then switched to a sound that I knew meant it was an ambulance. Hallelujah!

I wanted to yell to get one of the FBI agent's attention and ask about Ryan. Where the fuck was he? Was he okay? Was the baby okay?

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