Rose scrambled to her feet and trailed after them as they were led to the other aisle where Wolf, his two men, and four of Janek’s goons sat handcuffed on the floor.
What a mess.
I’m alive.
We are all alive.
I’ll take it.
34
Caleb sat in the chair he’d been placed in as soon as they’d arrived at the police station. The only thing keeping him from losing his ever-loving mind was Rose sitting next to him while a paramedic checked her over.
Keeping a careful eye on Rose in case she needed him, he glanced at the man who’d cuffed him as he talked to the officer sitting behind the desk.
He said his cousin, Midas, was the same. It can’t be the same Midas. Can it?
There was only one way to find out if his cousin Midas was Marco Guerriero, a former COMSUBIN who now worked for Gunnar McKinley and The Four X’s Group in La Spezia. When the cop left the desk and headed toward the interrogation rooms, he seized his chance and called in Italian, “Excuse me, Officer?”
“Si.”
He had no idea where to even start with Italian. “Do you speak English?”
The cop eyed him with suspicion, then lifted one shoulder. “Better than you do Italian.”
Thank fuck.
“Good.” Caleb winced at the derision in the cop’s voice. He knew he butchered Italian when he spoke it. “You mentioned Midas.” The cop’s body language stiffened, but Caleb forged on anyway. “Is his name Marco? Marco Guerriero?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know Gunnar, too?”
“The bear?”
“If you mean a grizzly bear.” He was being cryptic; they both were, he realized, but thankfully, they also seemed to be on the same wavelength.
“No.” The cop shook his head. “No, I don’t.”
Damn, did I fuck up?
All he could do was watch as the other man retreated from the room and disappeared down a corridor.
“I do not see any damage aside from bruising.”
The paramedic’s words pulled his full attention back to Rose. Grateful they had uncuffed him and the guys as soon as they’d placed them in this room, Caleb reached for her hand and linked their fingers together. He listened to the instructions.
“Drink plenty of cold drinks, and rest as much as possible for the next few days, and you will be as good as the rain again.”
“Okay. Thank you.” Her voice sounded raw, and her throat sore.
Caleb bit back the rage at the discoloration which darkened the skin of her throat, a necklace of fingerprints to remind him of how close he’d come to losing her. He lifted his arm, and Rose curled against him. “I got you, baby girl.”
The door to the interrogation room opened to reveal Wolf. He strode toward them and squatted in front of Rose. “How are you doing, Rose?”
“Okay.”
“I’m sorry.” Wolf’s solemn gaze took them both in. “I’d have warned you both if I could have.”
