Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 132962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
“They told me you got help to me fast,” Cody said, instead of what he really wanted to say. “Call me later. Go do what you need to do.”
“Say it back to me. I won’t ever put you in that position again, I promise.” Mitch had a way of pulling Cody out of his shell, making him face his feelings and uncertainties.
“You didn’t do this, Mitch. He’s a sick fuck; just like those guys that beat up Mr. Spencer. You can’t take this on, but you can find justice. Go get him. Not just for me, but all those men,” Cody replied.
“Say it back to me, so I know you mean that.”
“I love you,” Cody said, and there was silence again.
“I can’t imagine ever getting sick of you saying those words to me,” Mitch said. “I gotta go. I’ll call you later. I love you.”
The phone went dead. Cody stared at the ceiling, and a smile formed on his face. Those new love feelings made him momentarily forget all the obstacles that lay between them.
~~~
“It hasn’t been an hour,” Connors informed him when he came busting through the side office. He ignored the window, ignored everyone, including Connors as he checked his weapon and went back into the interrogation room. He barely schooled his features and started in on the agent the minute he entered.
“You left too many open ends on this murder attempt. Where did you see me with him?” Mitch demanded as he stalked across the room, coming to a stop right in front of the table separating the two of them. He was met with silence. A bored expression crossed the agent’s face.
“Attorney,” Langley said in the same uninterested tone as his facial expressions.
“Did you follow me to Austin?” That was a question that burned his ass—how did this guy even know about Cody?
“Attorney,” the Secret Service agent repeated.
“Or were you there already?” He placed his hands on the table and stared at the suspect.
“Attorney.” Agent Langley pretended to yawn.
“In what capacity were you there?” Mitch asked.
That got him silence.
“Yeah, I’m getting it now. When did you see me? It could have been here. He’s been here, but I’m not thinking that was it. You freaked on this one. Blew your identity. Something made you crazier than you already are… Did you see us here or in Austin?”
“Fuck you, I want my attorney.”
“It made you so crazy to see me, you fucked yourself over. You didn’t see the plan through, you reacted from the gut. Well, you know what? He lived, and he’s gonna keep on living. I’ll make damn sure of that,” Mitch spat, getting closer to the guy as he watched his eyes burn with hatred. He had hit his mark.
“You aren’t a card-carrying member of that church. I’ve checked that. So what is it? Are you in the closet? Or are you mad at the government?” Mitch asked, watching him closely. All he could see was sheer disgust on Langley’s face.
Mitch moved in for the kill.
“That’s fucking it, isn’t it? You’re gay and mad at the government. You spent time in the military, hiding yourself. Did you fall in love in there? Was it unrequited? Have you twisted it in that fucked up brain of yours to make it the government’s fault how you turned out?”
Mitch rounded the table, standing close enough to bend in, getting all in Langley’s personal space, and whispered the worst insult of all to a homophobe. “If you’re so lonely, I’d of let you suck my dick. All you had to do is ask.”
The agent leaped out of his chair, swinging both handcuffed hands toward Mitch’s face. “He should have died. I should have come after you,” the enraged agent bellowed. Mitch was standing too close. The fist came out of nowhere and caught his jaw, whipping his head back, sending him stumbling backward. He lifted a hand to the window, stopping the guards from rushing in. They didn’t have enough information yet, and he needed a confession that would come from the unguarded words of a fanatic’s rant.
Langley tackled him and Mitch let it happen. He’d hoped the motherfucker had a short fuse. One after another, double-fisted punches pummeled down on his face.
“You lying faggot! I killed him, and you’re next. I’m coming after you next, you filthy cocksucker.” Mitch felt the belligerent agent being wrestled off him. The force and impact of the agent’s blows zoned him out, but he didn’t need to hear any more. Connors and the video feed would pick up the rest.
Mitch sat up, and after the stars faded, he saw it took three guys to subdue the enraged agent. The man was a badass and very well-trained; he could have overpowered the Greyson kid all on his own.
Mitch got to his feet with some of the most vile accusations about his sexual orientation still being flung his direction. He made his way out of the room, rubbing his sore jaw. Langley’s outburst was sure to leave a mark.
“You okay?” Kreed asked, handing him a wet paper towel and ice pack as he entered the office.
“Yeah. You get all that?” Mitch asked Connors.
“Yeah, he’s still raging. You made him crazy. He just implicated himself to the Greyson case and the justice’s bombing. We got enough.” Connors looked satisfied, still staring into the room.
“So let’s book him and go after the owner of the coffee shop.” Mitch wiped the blood from his nose, not peering back through the window. Langley was everything wrong with this world. Mitch didn’t need to look his way again.
“Kreed’s already brought him in.” Connors grinned at him.
“Really?” Mitch asked Kreed, giving him a fist bump.
“Yeah, he’s in holding room two. He’s doing that same bullshit Langley did, saying attorney over and over. But he’s scared. He’ll break soon enough,” Kreed offered.
“So they worked together to get Elliott Greyson out of the coffee shop.” Mitch said the obvious out loud. “Just like you thought.”
“We have enough to book Agent Langley. It’ll take some creative talking, but I’ll book the shop owner too. We’ll get it out of him,” Connors stated, sitting back in his chair. “Brown just sent a message. They have Langley’s computers. They’ve just started the sweep of his house. Based on what they’re saying, we have our men.”