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His friend clutched his shoulder. “I’ve got a good feeling about this.”
“Glad to hear it. Because we need information. We need to know if this asshole targeted Nylah because of us, and why.”
Callum nodded. “I know, my friend. We’ll get what we need.”
At the sound of cars approaching, they both looked up to see Officer Carlson behind the wheel of a police car, another officer in the passenger seat. Another squad car followed behind, holding two more officers.
The second he stopped, Carlson was out of the vehicle and charging toward them, anger carved into his features. “What the hell are you two doing here? This is a police matter.”
“We got permission from the FBI,” Callum said, voice firm.
For the first time since the shooting at the engagement party, Steve had proven himself useful, getting them the time of this arrest and granting them authorization to be here.
“Feel free to check,” Liam said, crossing his arms. “You should have received notification.”
“Allen. Check the system.”
The guy behind Carlson pulled out his phone. A beat passed before the man nodded.
Carlson’s jaw clenched. He took a step forward, voice lowering. “We’re making a clean arrest. You wait outside the house. Yousaynothing. Youdonothing.”
Both Liam and Callum remained silent. They weren’t agreeing to shit.
Carlson huffed and turned to his guys. “Let’s go. Allen—with me. You two cover the front of the house and garage in case he makes a run for it.”
Liam and Callum followed Carlson but stopped halfway across the yard.
Carlson knocked. “Police! Open up.”
There was the light shuffle of movement on the other side of the door. Some hushed words. Then the door opened, and a short middle-aged woman stood there, teeth stained, eyes angry. “What do you want? I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“We’re here for a Mr. Wald Paston. Is he home?”
“No.”
Something sounded from inside the house. Footsteps.
“Ma’am, this is an official police matter. If you don’t cooperate, you’re obstructing justice, which is a federal offense.”
“He’snothere.”
Liam’s eyes narrowed at the distinct sound of the back door opening.
“Round back.” The words were barely out of his mouth before he was running, his feet pounding the pavement as he raced around the house, Callum not far behind him.
“Liam, stop!”
“Hey! You can’t go back there.”
Liam ignored Carlson’s and the woman’s shouts, his gaze catching on the thin middle-aged man as he jumped up on the back fence. Liam sped up his pace and grabbed the guy before he was able to throw a leg over. He threw the asshole to the grass then climbed on top of him.
“Why did you break into Nylah Walker’s home last night?”
The guy growled. “Get the fuck off me!”
Police ran around the side of the house, but Liam ignored them, putting his entire focus on the scumbag beneath him. “Answer the goddamn question.Now.”
“I don’t know any Nylah Walker! I was home all night, playing poker.”
