Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 71179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“How would you know that?” I ask. “You haven’t been here.”
“I know what goes on at the US border, and I know what was going on when I left. Two plus two will always equal four.”
“It’s all so weird,” I say. “I’m wondering… I mean, if Dad and Grandpa really wanted to find you, they could have.”
“You mean because you guys did?” He nods to Leif.
“Yeah,” I say.
“No. You may as well know, Savannah, that your friends here? They have the resources our family could never hope to have.”
“Remember, I work for the Wolfe family,” Leif says. “They’ve got contacts everywhere, at every top government agency. Everywhere.”
“You’re freaking me out a little bit here,” I say.
“No reason to be freaked out. We use our sources for good instead of evil,” Leif says.
“You sure you’re ready to take your grandfather out?” Falcon says to Vinnie.
“I’m sure as I’ve ever been about anything.” He turns to me, his face concerned. “But I don’t feel like you’re in favor of this, Savannah.”
I pause, taking a second to gather my thoughts. “Of course I’m not in favor of this. I hate what he did to you, Vinnie, but I don’t want either of you getting put away. Falcon, you’ve already done time for something you didn’t do. And Vinnie, you’ve been trapped in your own kind of prison for the last seventeen years. I’m happy you’re back, but I sure as hell don’t want you put away either.”
“I’ll do what I have to do, Sav,” Vinnie says. “I owe it to you. And to Mikey.”
“Mikey’s in a better place. You don’t owe him anything.”
My brother shakes his head. “Unfortunately, I don’t see it that way. He’d be alive if I had stayed back in the States. If I’d taken my place as the future head of the family.”
I don’t want my brother harboring so many demons, but I can’t fault what he says. It’s probably true.
“We’re going to have to sleep on this,” Falcon says. “I should get Vannah back to the safe house.”
Then I look up, jerk at a pound on the door.
Falcon’s eyes widen. “No one is supposed to know we’re here.”
“No one should,” Leif says. “You know I took every precaution.”
“Open up,” someone yells from behind the door. “It’s the police.”
“Stay quiet,” Leif says.
“Vinnie, take Savannah to the basement,” Falcon says.
“I’m not leaving you,” I say.
Falcon looks at me sternly. “You’ll do as I say, Savannah. Is that clear?”
Vinnie darts his gaze at Falcon, and I see in his eyes that he doesn’t like Falcon’s command.
I step between them. “Vinnie, don’t. He’s only thinking of me. I’ll go with you. We can’t risk anyone seeing you. If Dad and Grandpa know you’re here…” I shake my head. “I don’t want to think about what will happen.”
Vinnie glares at Falcon. “Fine. I’m doing this for her. For safety.”
“Good. I’m doing it for both of yours.”
Leif gestures. “That door leads to the basement.”
I nod, give Falcon a quick kiss, and follow my brother through the door.
15
FALCON
Leif goes to the door, looks through the peephole. “It appears to be the cops,” he says.
“Then I suppose you’d better open up, because if you don’t, they’re going to come in anyway.”
“I need to see your badges,” Leif says through the door. “Give me your names and your badge numbers so I can check you out.”
“For Christ’s sake…” one of them growls.
“It’s okay, Bernie. He’s just being cautious,” the other says. “I’m Deputy Brent Mays from the sheriff’s office. My badge number is…”
I stop listening as they both rattle off their names and badge numbers. Leif taps on his phone, and a few minutes later, he looks at me.
“They’re legit.”
I nod.
He opens the door. “Hello, Deputies. Thank you for your patience.”
“Who are you?”
“Leif Ramsey. I rented this place for the next couple of months.”
“Do you have documentation?”
“I did it through an app. I can pull up the information.”
“Don’t bother. We’re here for him.” One of the deputies nods to me.
I try not to react. “What the hell did I do?”
One of the cops looks at me. “You Falcon Bellamy?”
“Yeah.”
He shoves a warrant in my face. “You’re under arrest. For parole violation and on suspicion of the murder of Abel Kuhlman.”
“That was self-defense,” I say.
“You can tell that to your lawyer, and they’ll figure out what to do about it. But you’ve missed your last two parole appointments.”
Fuck.
I thought about that when Vannah and I first got to the safe house, and then it simmered on the back burner where I didn’t notice it again.
“Look, I’ve got a damned good reason for all of this.”
“You can tell it to your attorney, tell it to the investigator when they take your statement. We’re just here to bring you in. Turn around please.”
I take a look at Leif.
But he shakes his head slightly at me.