Page 14 of At A Dreamwalkers Mercy

“I…” she stuttered, but then stopped. She didn’t even know what to say.

Then the reality of everything hit her.

“I should be with them,” she said, looking to the van that was just pulling away with all the other people that had been arrested. She took a breath and scooched back on the edge of the ambulance bumper, away from Garrett. Her soul ached as his hands fell from her leg, a coldness stealing her breath as that warmth quickly slid away.

“Why do you think that?” Agent Roberts asked as Garrett stared at her with a look on his face that she couldn’t place.

“The things I’ve…” A tear fell down her cheek as she started to talk about her biggest shame, but Garrett interrupted her.

“No more,” he barked, reaching out and pointing a finger at her, and she stopped immediately. The paramedic and Agent Roberts froze as well at his tone.

“She wants immunity,” Garrett growled out, looking up to Roberts from where he was still kneeling in front of her.

“That’s not how it works, and you know it.” Roberts frowned.

“I also know that I’m the one that got you the information to take this ring down.” Roberts’ face turned red.

“Man, you know I can’t…”

“Can’t or won’t,” Garrett growled, and even she felt as if she should be shrinking away.

“Fuck, man,” Roberts muttered, placing his hands on his hips and leaning his head back.

“If she testifies to Chuck’s business, will you let her go?” Roberts’ head came up, and he speared her with an intense look.

Why did she get the feeling that he was not a man to mess with.

“Do you even have anything on Chuck’s business.” She frowned.

What did they want with a circus anyways?

“What do you need to know?” she asked instead.

“How was he running the drugs through?” Roberts questioned, still staring at her.

“Drugs?” she whispered, confused.

What were they talking about?

Both Roberts and Garrett stared at her with looks of surprise on their faces.

“Chuck is the biggest narc distributer for the Cargolinga gang,” Roberts muttered, looking as if he wasn’t sure whether to believe her or not.

“What?” Her mouth dropped open in shock.

“He runs drugs and uses the circus as a cover. You never suspected anything? Really?” Roberts asked suspiciously.

“Hey, watch your tone,” Garrett barked.

“I mean, no. I know he is a drug addict. He gets high a lot, and many of the girls and guys that…” She paused, unsure how to politely sayorgy. “His night parties get high as well. But I’ve never gone.”

“Fuck.” The officer shook his head. “You have to give me something.”

“What about your clients?” Garrett stared at her, giving her that look again, and shame swamped through her.

He knew.

That’s what he meant.

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