One second, he’s a few feet away from me.
The next, as if he jumped off a trampoline, he’s in the air.
It’d be poetry in motion if I weren’t terrified he’s about to get his ass killed.
One of the brothers in the MC screams as Brogan takes him down and, straight out of his hand, a gun tumbles to the ground.
How the fuck did Brogan even see that?!
“Joker always was a stupid cunt,” Razer growls beneath his breath. “Too fucking dumb to live.”
With him cuffed, I run over to Brogan, who does not want to let go of his new chew toy.
It’s only after I yell, “HEEL,” at him that he backs off. Nearly taking the asshole’s armwithhim.
Amid the chaos, an ambulance finally shows up.
They prioritize Amy, but the guy, now cuffed after being informed of his Charter rights by Marty, gets shoved on board too.
I only draw Razer into the back of a cruiser once the ambulance is leaving the parking lot and Nunez has updated me on their status.
“Will she die?”
“With a GSW to the upper abdomen… it’s not looking good, chief. That shit’s complicated.”
With the squad splitting up the MC’s members, I have Nunez take Razer to the detachment, leaving Marty, Dion and me behind.
There’s Brogan, too, of course.
I study the net that I bought for safety reasons and shake my head at the dog-sized hole he bit into it.
Still, how the hell can I chastise him when he saved our asses?
Petting him, I pull out one of Mrs. Abelman’s corned beef sandwiches with mustard and a pickle and let him have it. “Least you deserve, don’t you, boy?”
With him wolfing that down as I stroke his back in thanks, I close the door. He’ll kick up a fuss after he’s done, but that’s a problem for later.
“I have reason to believe there’s a body in there,” I inform my men once Brogan’s busy with his treat.
“Wondered where that shit about the Fairweathers was coming from,” Dion mutters.
“James Fairweather,” I agree.
“The kid who was dealing drugs at Our Lady of Sorrows?” At my nod, Marty whistles. “What the fuck was he doing here?”
“Guess we’re about to find out.”
Tee
I’m pretty damn certain that everyone who’s anyone knows about the bizarre shoot-out at the MC bar.
Being an active crime scene,nobodyshould be aware of the details, but as things often do in places like Pigeon Creek, news has spread worse than measles in a town full of anti-vaxxers.
Which, of course, makes me wonder why I’m bothering to keep my relationship with Cody under the radar.
But that’s a quandary for another time because right now, I need to make sure my man’s actually alive so that I can call him that to his face.
When I burst through the detachment’s doors, I quickly scan the station’s occupants and come up blank.