Page 8 of Be With Me
“Gotcha. Ease up, Blade,” Lennon instructed.
“Blade?” Casper questioned.
Mooney just shook his head. “Christ, I don’t want to know what you did to earn that nickname. Those morons don’t know how lucky they are.” Carlisle just grinned and looked down at the paper.
While he was reading it over, Mooney turned to Casper. “I already gave them their wallets and cell phones back. They weren’t under arrest so…”
Carlisle nodded a few times as he read and then reached for a pen. A quick signature and he gave the paper back to Mooney. “Tell the jackass just how lucky he was that I didn’t have my KA-BAR with me. He would’ve been in worse shape than he was. He promised to love and protect his wife, not beat her.”
Mooney mimed putting his fingers in his ears. “Lalalala, I’m not listening because if I were, that’s a direct threat. Could get you in trouble if something happened to him.”
“Oh, if we were to do something? Yeah, he’d never see it coming nor would there be any evidence,” Lennon pointed out.
“Lalalalala. Take these two, Casper. Please?” Mooney gestured to the front of the station. “With my blessing. Go.”
