Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
I laugh. “Yeah, it’s something else alright.”
“I don’t know how Mykel knows his way around, I really don’t. He’s back and forth, up and down, like he was born here. Mind you, I’ve heard quite a few grunts coming from his lips in the last ten minutes so I think he’s over it already.”
“I can only imagine.”
Those bikers are a moody bunch, I can’t see any of them doing well in a big city.
“Have you spoken to Kendric?” she asks.
I frown when I think about having to confront him. His bail has been set, and the club is currently working on getting enough to free him until trial. I’ve been going into the prison daily, using the excuse that I’m questioning him, but he won’t speak to me. He won’t even look at me. I can feel the hatred radiating off him—I don’t need to hear him say it.
Guilt hammers away at me, making my chest heavy.
I know I could have done something. I know that, but I couldn’t risk everything I’ve worked for, either. I told the club I’d help them, and I have, but I never swore I’d take sides. My job matters, it has always mattered. They know that. But when I had to arrest Kendric and I had to watch him get shoved into the back of a police car, not saying a word as he confessed and got locked away for something I know he didn’t do, I felt horrible.
Of course I did, I’m not a god damned monster.
I want the chance to explain things to him, to tell him that I’m going to get him out of there, and I’m going to work tirelessly to find Dax so I can clear his name.
That’s if I can get him to listen to me.
He hates me in a way I don’t think I’ve ever been hated in my life.
I don’t like how that feels.
“Not yet,” I finally answer Waverly. “I’m going to speak with him again tomorrow. We’re just waiting for the club to post bail so he can be released.”
She exhales. “What about Dax? Anything from him, anything at all?”
“Nothing,” I tell her. “Literally nothing. He’s disappeared, and so far we’ve been able to find nothing to link us to him to find where he’s gone. His plan is paying off for him but, eventually, we’ll track him down.”
“What about Peter? Has anyone seen or heard from him? Someone has to know where Dax is.”
“Peter is clean as a god damned whistle which is why I think he’s working with someone else high up. Nobody can get away with what he has and not leave a trail. They’re good, I’ll give them that, but I’m better. I will find them, and I will end this. I’ll make sure Kendric doesn’t spend the rest of his life behind bars. He doesn’t deserve that.”
“No,” she exhales. “No, he doesn’t.”
“Anyway, I have to go. Jayden wants some dinner and I’m going to get some time in with him before I’m back out there, doing what I do best ...”
She laughs. “You’re super woman. I’ll call you again soon. I hope you’re well, sis.”
We hang up, and with a huge smile in Jayden’s direction, I scoop him up and we both go to enjoy a nice shower together before I’ll make us some dinner and we’ll chill out for the evening.
I’m trying hard to focus on my son and not the case in front of me.
That’s proving to be more difficult than I could have anticipated.
Kendric is suffering, the club is on edge, and right now I feel like I’m the only one who can help them.
The only one who can fix this mess.
“HAVEN’T HEARD ANYTHING,” Alarick says to me as we walk toward the prison the next day.
As far as anyone knows, I’m simply escorting him in to visit Kendric. Nobody knows I deal with the club, and that’s how I want it to be kept. Because they’re under watch, it makes a lot more sense that I would be an escort during a time like this. Someone who is keeping a “watch” on them while we investigate further.
Alarick doesn’t seem to mind what I tell them so long as he gets to see Kendric and fix this for his club.
He has been good to me during all of this. He has had my back and made sure nobody has treated me badly. I respect the hell out of him for that. Before my dealings with the club, I looked at them the same way everyone else does—a bunch of criminals doing illegal shit that we, as cops, were constantly having to clean up.
That’s typical cop mentality though, isn’t it?
It’s like the moment we become a police officer, we look at people so very differently. I’m guilty of it myself, judging someone purely because I see them as a criminal, even if all they’re doing is living their lives a little differently to mine. The club does deal in illegal things, there’s no doubt about that, but they’re also incredibly good people with a family bond that I have never seen outside of those walls.