Chapter Fourteen
Lany
“What in the hell do you think you are doing?”
I glanced up from pulling my gloves on to find Clarke looking at me as though I was dressed to jump off a bridge.
“I’m going with you.”
I thought that was pretty obvious. I was dressed all in black,andI had a gun strapped to my hip. I even had my badass boots on.
“The hell you are,” Clarke protested.
“The hell I’m not.”
Sal was in trouble. If Clarke thought I was just going to sit at home and worry like some damsel in distress, he didn’t know me very well.
“Lany, you can’t go.”
“I’m going.” I didn’t care how empirical Clarke sounded. There was no power on this planet that was going to keep me from going after Sal.
“Lany—”
I narrowed my eyes at the man. “Try and stop me.”
Clarke pulled out a set of cuffs and twirled them on his finger.
I rolled my eyes. “Seriously? I’m married to a kinky cop. I can get out of a pair of handcuffs in under a minute.”
Clarke huffed as he put the cuffs away. “You can’t go, Lany. It’s too dangerous. If anything happened to you, Sal would skin me alive and then bury me up to my neck in an ant hill.”
“Then you’d better make sure nothing happens to me, because I’m going.”
And no muscle-bound, overprotective police sergeant was going to stop me.
Even if he did have some really big muscles.
Like huge.
Sal’s were bigger.
I could tell from the clenched jaw and flushed skin that Clarke wanted to strangle me. Slowly. Strangely enough, I had seen that exact same expression on a lot of people’s faces during my lifetime.
People needed to loosen the hell up.
Clarke sent me a hard glare before turning back to the table where Lyn sat with his laptop. I wasn’t sure exactly what Lyn was doing other than keeping track of Sal’s location. All that deep computer stuff was just too confusing to me. I could use one, and even upload a few programs, but the stuff Lyn did was beyond my comprehension.
Once I was all geared up—I had watched Sal get dressed for work often enough to know what I needed—I walked over to stand next to Lyn, shamelessly eavesdropping. I wanted to know everything that was going on with Sal.
“Do you still have him?” I asked after a moment.
Clarke sighed.
Lyn bit his lip before pointing to a blinking dot on the screen. “He’s here, or at least his phone is. We can’t be sure that Sal has still has his phone on him.”
I rubbed my hand across my stomach when it knotted. “He was dressed in his SWAT gear. Doesn’t he have one of those locator beacon thingies on it?”
Lyn’s eyes rounded for a brief moment before he turned and started tapping away on his laptop. A moment later, another blinking light appeared on the screen. It wasn’t with the first one, but it wasn’t too far away, either.
