Page 56 of Tesio
He just grinned at me. “The lady cop.”
“How does everyone fucking know my business? I’m a discreet guy.”
“Maybe you were, but the way you guys verbally fucked all over this place, it’s common knowledge.”
Huh. That made something occur to me.
“Any chance others here are reporting about me?”
His blank look was my answer, so I elaborated, leaning forward in my chair, although not to much or I’d be face first in his fucking junk. No thanks.
“I was out with Rocket and Stag. Just those two, but Rossi knows how things went that night. He knows I saw her, and what happened. Maybe not what happened at her place later, but he knew too much.”
“Like one of those two informed on you? Like they’re fucking going behind our backs? Fuckers.”
“I’m not saying I’m sure, Micro. It’s just that they were the only ones there, and I’m not mentioned in the police reports, so it had to come from word of mouth.”
Micro grimaced, rubbing his jaw. “There’s another possibility.”
I lifted my eyebrows at him, because he better not be saying what I suspected.
“You’re saying she-”
“Nope,” he lifted a hand, warding off my anger, “I’m saying, she was with other cops, right? Even I know that much. One of them could be in his pocket. That’s what you mafia guys do, right? You buy off the cops so you can get away with shit. If Rossi’s got interests in this area, wouldn’t he put that shit in place?”
Fuck. Of course he would. So if Rossi was already getting the local police in his pocket, then she might never be safe.
Micro watched me absorb that info.
“Grease?” The urgency in his voice caught me by surprise.
“Yeah.”
“Is she in danger?”
Who the hell knows? I was starting to think that, no matter what I did, she could still end up on his list, and if she ended up there, it was the last place she’d be.
Chapter Thirty
It was more thana week since the ‘okay’ incident, and I was feeling anything but okay. How could he just blow off everything we could have been with such a blithe response, like it didn’t matter? Like we… I… didn’t matter. The ‘okay’ kept playing on me, and at this point I was practically seeing him smirking at me and saying it, with this asshole fucking demeanour that made me want to punch him in the nuts. He didn’t even argue. Just okay.
“Fuck’s sake! Did you see that fucker?” Evers pulled out of the side road, flipping on the lights and siren, and I watched as he picked up speed to follow a speeding motorcycle, and yes, as we got closer, I saw the cut, and the patch on the back, and groaned. It was a member of Phoenix MC. I shot a panicked glance in Evers’ direction, and he groaned.
“We can’t just let it slide. I didn’t know, but we’re now visibly pulling him over, Jay. Stay in the car and I’ll handle it.” It was a good idea in theory, but as the biker pulled over, I found myself hopping out of the car and storming in his direction.
“Helmet off!” I yelled as I approached him, and I watched as the biker lifted off a black helmet, and shook his shaggy hair loose. It wasn’t Grease. There was no dark slicked back hair, and no smirk that made me swoon.
“I said I’d handle it,” Evers said as he caught me up, but one fierce glare from me had him rolling his eyes, “fine whatever.”
“Is there a problem, officer?” The guy was vaguely familiar, as in I’d definitely seen him before, and he recognised me right around the same time, as a smug grin spread across his face. He was attractive, and muscular, but not Grease. I was surprised to realise how disappointed I was about that fact.
“You were doing fifty in a thirty zone,” I snapped at him, hearing Evers sigh heavily behind me.
“Actually I was in a forty zone,” the asshole quipped, offering me a sly wink.
“Off the bike,” I snapped at him, and he laughed.
“Yeah, whatever, darlin’. Look, ticket me and sod off, I’ve got places to be.”
