“That looks like a rental car,” Don said, sitting up in his seat.
A minute later, Rogers got out of the car.
We both leapt out of the truck and crossed the street in time to see Rogers enter the gate code that led to the smaller storage units. Rogers didn’t even notice us passing through the unclosed gate a few feet behind him.
We followed him all the way to the storage unit.
“Captain Rogers,” Don called out, just as Rogers opened the unit.
Rogers stilled before slowly turning around.
“Come on, don’t act like you thought it was going to be too difficult to find you,” Don taunted, stepping closer and forcing Rogers inside. “Let’s talk.”
I moved inside too.
Rogers’ bushy eyebrows almost met his hairline when he saw me. “You. I knew you were a—”
“Uh, uh.” Don stepped between Rogers and me. “Don’t talk to her, especially not with that bass in your voice.”
I moved beside Don and folded my arms. “Maybe he just wanted to say hello to an old friend. Is that what you were going to say, Captain?”
“I—”
“Either way, he doesn’t need to speak to you,” Don said, cutting Rogers off.
“Wh-what are you doing here?” Rogers demanded, looking between us both. “This is private property.”
“Shut up,” Don ordered. “I’ve wasted enough time tracking your ass down. The last thing I need to listen to is any of your bullshit. Let’s get down to the reason we’re here. The arsonist, what do you know about him?”
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” Rogers declared. “You two better leave me alone. I will sue you for harassment.”
Don chuckled and turned to me. That gleam in his eyes was back. “Jocelyn, baby, can you do me a favor and turn around?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Why? What are you going to do?”
“He’s not going to do anything,” Rogers answered.
Don kept his attention on me. “I know how much you enjoy following the law and whatnot. Ordinarily, I do too, but desperate times, desperate measures, as they say.”
I eyed Don for an indeterminate amount of time before shifting my focus back over to Rogers. He appeared uncertain, his gaze going between Don and me. Then I remembered this guy was likely holding onto some valuable information, possibly even the identity of the asshole who’d injured my brother.
“Make it quick, and I’m not cleaning up a dead body,” I warned, turning my back on the two of them.
“‘Course not,” Don said.
A loud banging sound reverberated around the small storage unit.
Rogers screamed.
“Close that door for me, babe?” Don requested.
I sealed the three of us inside the unit.
“Shut the fuck up,” Don demanded when Rogers shouted for Don to get off him.
There was more rustling, but I did as Don had asked and kept my back to them.
“I just want you to know, this is your fault, jackass,” Don said.
