I had no doubt the guy thought I was just some druggie or something, no one worth mentioning and certainly no one with an army of overprotective people at my back.
I grinned evilly as I gave Sal my full attention. “I'd really like you to meet him.”
“Junior!”
I rolled my eyes as Uncle Jerry's rebuke, yanked the door open, and stormed out.
I was going home.
Chapter Six
Salvador
“You'd better go after him, Sal,” Jerry said as he stood. “I'll bring Detective Sparks and meet you at the house.”
I nodded before hurrying out the door after Lany. I could hear footsteps pounding on the tile floor behind me and knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was Marcus. The man knew he had messed up. I trusted that he wouldn't do it again.
I knew Lany couldn't get out of the interrogation area without an escort so I was in no way surprised to catch up to him close to the security door. I was, however, pissed to see him being bullied by an officer of the law.
If that guy planted one more finger in Lany's chest, I was going to cut it off.
“You want to get your hands off my husband.”
It was not a question.
I noticed Lany's jaw clench out of the corner of my eye, but I couldn't take my eyes off the officer. He was the unknown in this situation. I had no idea how he would react if he was cornered, which was pretty much what I was doing.
“Is this the one?” I asked. Lany snorted, so I knew I was right in assuming this was the officer that had knocked him around. I narrowed my eyes. “You hit my husband?”
Lany's eyes rounded, and he quickly moved in front of me, his hand pressing flat against my tactical vest. “You can't kill him, Sal.”
“Oh, yes, I can.”
“Nope, nope, nope. They'll remove you as commander of the SWAT team if you do, and then Uncle Jerry will be pissed.”
“He hit you, Lany.”
“He did, and I imagine he's really sorry right about now, but you still can't kill him.”
“I can make it look like an accident.”
I was positive of it.
“I'd prefer not to have to do all that paperwork, Sal,” Jerry said from behind me. “I believe we have bigger things to deal with right now.”
“He beat up my husband,” I snapped through gritted teeth. “Why should I allow him to live?”
“Because you are an officer of the law.”
“So is he,” I insisted. I'd dealt with enough crooked police officers and people in power to know not everyone believed in following the letter of the law, but I was still pissed every time I ran into someone that should have upheld the law and instead pissed all over it.
“Not for much longer.”
That voice surprised me. I swung around to find Detective Sparks standing beside Jerry. A deep furrow tugged at his eyebrows, and there was a thin press to his lips.
“Contrary to what you may believe, I do not approve of officers in my precinct roughing up the people we are tasked with overseeing. I don't care if they are simply wrong-place, wrong-time suspects or hardened criminals. Everyone deserves a modicum of respect.”
He was right. I didn't believe it.
