Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
With that, I started stomping toward the truck, thankful that I’d seen where Evander kept his spare key.
Poor Gertie looked fit to be tied, and as I opened the door, I could tell he was just as unhappy about seeing his master carried away in cuffs as I was.
“Let’s go, Gert,” I called to the dog. “We’re going to the police station.”
“Wait.”
I got into the truck and turned to see Travis there, staring at me.
Hannah was just behind him, holding onto his waistband, her face pale.
“What?”
I was tired.
I wanted this God-awful night to be over. I wanted to go home and sleep in my own bed, wrapped up in Evander’s arms.
Not that that would be happening any time soon, but that’s where my thoughts were.
“I’m calling the boys,” he said. “And I have a few favors I can call in…it’s gonna hurt like a bitch, but I can’t see Evander go through this again.”
Relief poured through me.
“What should I do?”
Should I wait? Go to the station? Call a lawyer?
I didn’t know what to do. I’d never had to bail someone out of jail before.
“Go to the club,” he ordered. “I’ll call the boys and pull them in from their jobs. Atticus will let you in. I’m going to take her home…”
“You will not. I’m going with you,” Hannah argued.
Travis turned to disagree, but she held up her hand.
“I’ll catch a ride with her once I get the doctor to stitch her up.”
Travis’ jaw clenched, but he turned and looked at me.
It was then that the trickle of blood ran down my face reminded me that I had a gaping wound in my forehead.
“Oh yeah,” I said. “I forgot.”
In all the excitement, I’d definitely had my mind elsewhere.
“All right,” Travis sighed. “Keep Gertie with you, though. Yeah?”
I looked over at Gertie, and then nodded my head. “Yeah.”
Chapter 23
I would be the first person to die in a horror movie. I refuse to spend my last few minutes running.
-Kennedy’s secret thoughts
Kennedy
An hour and four minutes later, I was walking into the club with Hannah at my side.
Atticus let us in, just as Travis had said he would, and we were now walking in the direction of the raised voices.
I looked over at Hannah, my eyes wide, and stopped just outside of the door.
Listening.
See, here is the thing about alpha men.
They thought that women were incapable of hearing and dealing with the hard stuff.
Sure, there were times that we couldn’t…but this wasn’t one of them.
They thought to protect us by keeping things from us—big things. Things that I would never keep away from them had the situation been reversed.
So to make sure that I didn’t miss anything, I stopped and listened to the men talking, just to make sure I got all the information.
“Called in a few markers.”
I didn’t recognize the voice.
“Know a cop out of Louisiana, and his club president is some fucking mastermind when it comes to getting information,” the voice said. “He’s going to call his president and get back to me.”
“I called in a few favors, too,” another voice, this one somewhat familiar, agreed. “He’s fucking amazing with computers. He’s going to do some digging in the PD’s files, see what he turns up.”
Rafe. The man that’d been with Evander—his friend that was in town to help him.
“I called my ex brother-in-law,” Travis said. “He’s actually not too far away, so he’s going to drop by. He’s a Texas Ranger…he has no problem doing some investigations into the bullshit swirling around this goddamn town.”
“Should’ve called him a long time ago, to be honest.”
One of Travis’ brothers, but I couldn’t tell which one.
“What are we going to do about his woman?” the man I didn’t know asked. “She’s not going to sit tight and let him sit in jail.”
I chose that moment to edge around the corner and cross my arms over my chest.
“You’re right,” I said evenly. “I won’t.”
My eyes roamed around the room, and I took in each man, making sure to make eye contact, and then turned to Travis. “What was their reason for arresting him?”
I knew that he hadn’t been caught going out of town. Something like that wouldn’t have warranted the reaction that it did.
“Woman vet across the road is dead, and Evander’s prints were found on a gate at the scene.”
I blinked.
“You’re full of fucking shit,” I said. “Evander wasn’t at the scene. I was with him for the last five hours.”
“Where?” Walter snapped.
I’d seen him, of course, but I hadn’t acknowledged him. Piece of shit wasn’t getting anything from me. I’d rather talk to the devil himself than him.
I couldn’t tell him where, exactly, because then that’d be putting Evander in violation of his parole. But he hadn’t been doing anything wrong. I knew that, so I did what I had to do.
“Where, honey?” Travis asked softly. “This would be best if you gave us all the information you had.”