I had no idea what had happened this time.
I clenched my hands into fists as I followed the officer through a secure door and then down the hallway to one of the interrogation rooms. I had no idea what I would find inside, but I certainly didn't expect to see Jerry sitting in a chair with his head buried in his hands and Lany going toe-to-toe with a detective.
“Enough!” I shouted as I took in the hostile scene. I don't know what Lany had been up to or what had occurred before I got here, and at the moment, I didn't really care. I just wanted to get to Lany. “What in the hell is going on in here?”
“Sal!” Lany dashed across the small room, throwing himself into my arms.
I hugged him tightly for a moment, relishing the fact that he was safe in my arms and unharmed.
And then I let my anger show through.
I grabbed Lany by the arms and pushed him back far enough that I could look down into his face. I did a quick assessment, clenching my jaw when I saw the bruises on his cheek and his swollen eye.
Someone obviously needed to die.
I narrowed my eyes at my love. “What have you done this time, Lany?”
Lany's eyes rounded. “I can explain.”
I couldn't wait to hear it.
Chapter Five
Lany
Yeah, I was in trouble. There wasn't much I could do about that, at least not right now. I wasn't about to tell this asshat detective that I had been working undercover for the DEA. I didn't really want to tell Sal either.
He was going to have kittens.
I just needed to figure out what I had to say to get me out of here. Once I was alone with Sal, I'd tell him the truth about what was going on. I also needed to figure out just how much Sal knew. Knowing how deep in shit I was would make things a little easier.
Maybe.
I leaned in close as if hugging Sal and whispered in his ear, “Not here.”
“Mmm.”
I shuddered with relief when Sal tucked me in to his side. This was the safest place in the world as far as I was concerned. Sal would move the heavens and earth to make sure I was always protected.
I needed to remember that.
Guilt started to swamp me as I realized none of this would have ever happened if I had just told Sal the truth from the very beginning. It wasn't like he kept me from doing the things I wanted to do. He just made sure I was safe while doing it.
I had a lot to make up for.
“I'm sorry,” I whispered.
Sal spared me a quick glance and a nod of acknowledgement of my words and then went back to glaring at the detective. “What evidence do you have to hold my husband?”
“He was at a drug house and—”
“Being at a certain location is not reason to hold someone.”
The detective bristled as if offended by Sal's words. “He knows who was running that drug house. I want a name.”
“And if you don't get one?” Sal asked.
“I'll keep him in custody until I do.”
