Page 9 of Justice's Reward
Adley opened the door, and Detective Stanza was right outside waiting for them.
“My client has an alibi, and I would like to speak to the captain.”
“One of his little flunkies lying for him. What a big surprise!”
The captain must have been waiting close by because before Adley could lose her temper on this ass, he appeared.
“Captain, you and I both know that Detective Stanza did not have enough evidence to bring my client in on suspicion of murder. My notes also say Detective Stanza said he had an arrest warrant and waved a piece of paper around. My assistant has checked, and there is no record of an arrest warrant for Zane Lawson. It seems to me that Detective Stanza possibly has a personal vendetta against Mr. Lawson and is trying to circumvent the law to wage it. How do you plan on correcting this miscarriage of justice?”
Adley wondered if the redness blazing across the captain’s face worried the detective. She would be in his shoes. Everythingabout this was off. She was positive that Justice hadn’t done it. One, she didn’t believe he was that kind of man despite being part of a one-percenter club, but two, she didn’t believe if hehadcrossed over that line that they would have ever found a body.
“Detective Stanza, please produce the arrest warrant that you used to bring in Mr. Lawson,” the captain said, gritting his teeth.
“Well, I requested one, but the judge said I needed more evidence. I know if I can talk to him, then I can get more information,” Detective Stanza whined.
Adley had never liked Detective Stanza and didn’t consider him trustworthy, but lying about a warrant could get him fired. Why did he have it out for Justice?
The captain stared at Adley. “Ms. Pearson, please inform your client that he isfree to go and we are sorry for the inconvenience,” he said.
Adley shook her head no. “I believe you need to inform him of that, or Detective Stanza does.”
The captain huffed and then walked past Adley to inform Justice what was going on. Justice stood up and joined Adley outside the door.
“Let’s go. I’ll give you a ride home,” she said.
Justice grinned. “I appreciate the offer, and if you want to come by to talk about the case, great, but I can guarantee the waiting area is full of my club brothers.”
Adley walked out, pausing at Justice’s side when she saw the waiting room. It was wall-to-wall Saint’s Outlaw members. Tack was in his SWAT gear but was standing and talking with Pit. The only ones that Adleycould see were missing were Ariel, Justice’s aunt Charlotte, and his son.
Pit clocked them and walked over, quickly followed by the others. Throwing his arms around Justice, Adley grinned at the exuberant hug Pit gave him. As the others crowded around Justice, Pit came over, putting out his hand.
“We can’t thank you enough,” Pit said.
Adley wished she felt good about today, but she didn’t. “He’s out, but it’s not over. Justice suggested I come by the clubhouse, and I think that would be a good idea.”
“I agree. Let’s go home,” Pit bellowed.
His authority rang through the room because everyone quickly headed out the doors and to their motorcycles and cars.
Chapter Six
Adley parked her vehicle and walked toward the clubhouse. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she worried she’d start hyperventilating. She hadn’t experienced a panic attack in years, but then she hadn’t been on a motorcycle club compound in that time either.
A prospect had let her in the gate and directed her to walk into the clubhouse. That was easier said than done. The fact that the Saint’s Outlaws MC building looked nothing like the one she’d grown up in didn’t help.
Adley stood at the door, waiting to grasp the handle when it opened up. Justice peered around the door.
“Are you coming in?” he asked.
Adley stared at him and tried to formulate an answer. Justice stepped out from behind the door, holding his son in one arm.
“Ian decided he didn’t want to go to sleep because he wanted to thank the woman who rescued his daddy. Why don’t you snuggle him, and I’ll carry your briefcase?” Justice offered.
Adley stared at Justice. She could do this. She allowed Justice to take her briefcase and place Ian in her arms. His sweet baby smell brought her back to the present better than any coping technique she’d used over the years.
“Okay,” she said, walking underneath Justice’s arm holding the door open. He hadto be at least six foot three because she was five foot six, and he towered over her. His muscles under that sleek skin were going to make keeping him in the client category hard—almost impossible.
But this little one in her arms had her smiling. His wide blue eyes fastened on hers as she carried him in.
