“I'm not making any promises.” If this was a simple mistake, then fine. If not, if someone was fucking with Lany, I was going to skin them alive. We'd been through too much over the years. It was time for Lady Luck to be nice to us.
“Have you spoken with the investigator on this case?” I asked. “Is he after Lany specifically or anyone that was in that house?”
“I haven't reached him yet, but from what Clarke said when I questioned him, the orders were to arrest everyone and let the investigators weed them out.”
“So, it could be wrong place, wrong time?”
I could hope anyway.
“In a drug house, Sal?”
“I can't think of any reason why Lany would be in a drug house, but he's been missing for ten days so...”
“He was missing for ten days?” Jerry asked.
“He was.”
“How did I not know about this?”
“You are not alone in wondering that. No one told me either. Apparently, Lany called to check in with Marcus and me every day. I had no idea he had been missing until I talked to Clarke, who had talked to Marcus. Lany said he was on some sort of mission, but he didn't give any details.”
“Oh god.”
Yeah, pretty much.
“He took out his tracker, Jerry.”
“Why would he do that?” Jerry shouted.
“I'll have an answer for that just as soon as I get my hands on Lany.” Assuming I didn't wrap them around his pretty little neck and strangle him.
“I could bring him back to the house, you know. It might actually be a better idea if I go in alone. This is going to be a big clusterfuck anyway. No need to throw deadly intent in there.”
I didn't say a word.
Jerry huffed. “Fine, but you need to let me do the talking.”
“As long as they give me my husband, there will be no problems.”
“I swear you and Junior give me half the white hairs I have on my head.”
As Jerry hung up, I heard him yelling at his driver to go faster.
The ride from the airport to the East County Precinct seemed to take as long as my flight from Colorado. By the time the taxi pulled up in front of the three-story brick building, I was ready to climb out the window and run to get there. It might have been faster.
As soon as I stepped out of the taxi, several men dressed in SWAT gear climbed out of the SWAT vehicle parked next to us. Two more men climbed out of the black SUV parked next to it.
I sent Clarke a glare as I tossed my bags into the back of the SWAT vehicle.
Clarke's eyes dropped. “I'm really sorry, Sal.”
I didn't say anything.
“We brought your stuff,” Marcus explained as he and Dmitri walked up to us. “Figured it might hold more weight if you were in your SWAT gear.”
That was actually a good idea. Panicked husband might not get me very far. Commander of SWAT Team One would. After taking off my shirt, I reached for the shirt that Marcus held out to me and pulled it on, thankful for their forethought.
They even had my tactical vest, gun, and gun belt.
