We’d hit the college bookstore first when we got back to town since Alexandra said they closed at five. When we got back to her place, it had been three-thirty. I estimated we’d been here an hour since we came back from campus.
Alexandra pulled up the doorbell camera and her brows furrowed. “Why are there cops at the door?”
The brothers were convinced that someone was setting Alexandra up and if so, sending the cops around would make sense.
I held out my hand, palm up. “Gimme your phone and answer the door.”
She arched a brow. “Do I have to?”
I nodded once. “Better to get this shit out of the way, but give me your phone first.”
By the time she opened the door, I had her phone tucked into my back pocket. I debated grabbing my cut from where I’d hung it in her closet, but decided against it.
The officer at the door showed Alexandra a search warrant. We were instructed to step out of the apartment while they conducted their search.
I joined Alexandra out on the breezeway and sent a text to Blood, Beast, Tundra, Cal, and Volt.
Cops are at Lex’s place with a search warrant. We’re outside - guessing the club doesn’t have a lawyer who can help with this.
Lex leaned against the iron railing. “This sucks. The clean-up after the break-in was bad enough. Standing outside while the cops trash my place feels like adding insult to injury.”
I slung my arm around her shoulders. “It’ll be fine, Lex. We’ll get it taken care of again.”
She twisted out of my hold to look out over the parking lot. “You can’t be serious.”
I turned to peer in the same direction. A couple had gotten out of a car and were walking toward the stairs. “Are they Ines’s parents?”
“Yeah. What am I supposed to say to them?”
“The truth, honey. That's all you can say.”
Mr. and Mrs. Tallow came upstairs, bewildered looks on their faces. Alexandra opened her arms to Mrs. Tallow and gave her a quick hug. Mr. Tallow hugged Lex, but cut their contact short.
I stuck close while Alexandra awkwardly explained the search warrant situation.
Mr. Tallow cornered an officer coming out of the apartment. I thought little of it until I heard him say, “This young woman is from a biker family. She’s the person—”
“Stop right there,” I warned.
Tallow glared at me. “Or what? You aren’t wearing any leather, but you’re one of them, too.”
I shook my head. “You have no proof of that.”
Tallow’s brows rose. “I saw you at the hospital. You wore your leather then.” He glanced at the officer. “Search this man, I’m sure he’s hidden whatever you’re looking for.”
The officer directed his brown-eyed gaze at Mr. Tallow. “Sir, do not make false accusations against someone.”
The officer moved past us and went downstairs.
Mr. Tallow glowered at me, turned, and guided his wife to the opposite end of the breezeway.
An hour and forty-five minutes later, an officer came out of the apartment and looked at Lex. “We’re done. You’re free to go back inside.”
Lex nodded somberly. “Thank you.”
What the hell she was thanking him for, I’d never know.
Alexandra headed inside and Mrs. Tallow followed. She abruptly turned around, glancing past me. “You're leaving this huge mess behind?”
