Still, no one spoke. Not even when they exited the back of the hotel and neared one of several squad cars.
“We’ll take them with us for questioning. Keep the crowd quiet,” one of the older cops told the group.
“What the fuck is going on?” Jesse demanded to know.
A younger cop with attitude answered in an icy voice, “A Ravager tore apart a young woman who had the bad luck to be working the night shift. Her throat was ripped out, her guts tossed around the room like a fucking salad, and blood everywhere. And what do you know, the only three Ravagers on the premises are you two and our suspect, Logan Savage.”
“Suspect?” Kate’s voice was strong despite the shock he could feel in herguer.
Their new tie gave him insights into his mate that might prove invaluable to their future after all. He asked the cop, “What does Logan have to do with this?”
The older Salina with them sighed. “We found him in the room, covered in her blood.”
“The hell you did. He was with us last night.” Until he’d left, angry and hurt. But Logan would never hurt an innocent. It just wasn’t in his make-up.
“Which is why you two are coming with us to the station for questioning.” The older cop held open the backdoor to his vehicle.
Jesse glanced at Kate. They could easily escape with their speed and strength, but Jesse wanted to see what the Salinas were talking about. They needed to talk to Logan.
She nodded, and they entered the vehicle.
Two Salinas jumped in the front seat, and they hurried away.
But Jesse noticed the direction they took didn’t head toward the station. He knocked on the flame-retardant partition between the backseat and the front. “Where the hell are we going?”
Officer Attitude sat in the front passenger seat. He answered over his shoulder, “Mr. Chen wants a word.”
Jesse didn’t understand. “Mr. Chen? Are you talking about Tommy Chen?”
The only Chen he knew of ran Cross Step’s underground—a criminal network made up of Voiders and those unlucky enough to cross Chen’s path. The rumors that Chen had his fingers deep in the Salinas’ pockets were apparently true.
“What the hell does Chen have to do with this?”
Kate gripped his hand, looking as confused as he felt.
“Just sit back and shut up. We’ll be there soon enough. And before you even think about making a run for it, don’t. You want to see Logan Savage, sit tight.”
Jesse swallowed what he wanted to say and sat back with Kate.
“Jesse, what is going on?”
He kissed her forehead. “I don’t know, but I’m going to find out.”
Chapter Eight
Jesse hugged Kate tight, not surprised when they eventually turned into an abandoned section of town. They called it the Tombs. Emptied warehouses, ravaged graveyards, and derelict lots were interspersed with the slums of the poor and neglected.
“Nice.” Kate wrinkled her nose. “Chen has quite the empire.”
“You’ll keep your pretty mouth shut if you want to make it out of here alive,” one of the Salinas warned. “Mr. Chen is pretty particular about manners.”
Kate snorted. “By all means, let’s not offend Mr. Chen.” She squirmed, and Jesse caught the delicious scent of sexual need. Shit. That’s all they didn’t need. Kate’s heat returning full force.
“Try to keep a lid on it, baby,” he whispered. “This is going to be hard enough to handle without…that.”
“Like I have any control over this.” She sighed. “I’ll do my best.”
He could see the outline of her nipples under her thin shirt, and he wanted nothing more than to suck her through the material. Hell, he had to keep his own hormones in check.
