“Even if he thought Lany was some run-of-the-mill drug addict, that still doesn't give him the right to hit him.”
“No, it doesn't.” The detective gestured behind me.
When I turned around, I wasn't sure whether to celebrate or stand there in shock. An officer was relieving the one that had hit Lany of his weapon and badge. Another one was putting a set of handcuffs on him while reading him his rights.
“I'm afraid that I will need to get a statement from your husband, as well as a medical report, in order to charge Officer Davis with assault.”
“I'll call Skip and have him meet us at the house,” Lany said as grabbed my cell phone off my belt and dialed, which made sense. His stuff was still locked up.
Detective Sparks glanced between Lany, me, and Jerry. “Skip?”
“Dr. Seamore Jones,” I replied. “He's Lany's personal physician.”
The detective's eyebrow arched. “You have your doctor on speed dial?”
Jerry and I both laughed.
Lany glared.
It was funny.
“The world of Lany Delvecchio is not for the faint of heart.” Jerry patted Detective Sparks on the chest. “How's yours?”
Detective Sparks grimaced as he rubbed over the spot Jerry had just patted. “It was fine this morning, but I suddenly feel the need for a check-up.”
“Might not be a bad idea after we talk,” Jerry said.
The detective looked as if he wanted to whimper.
“I will let you in on a little secret. Junior is a trouble magnet. If it's out there, it will find him. That being said, he also has a heart of gold and he is very rarely wrong when he gets something in his head. He routinely consults for the FBI, DEA, and several other law enforcement agencies. I do not know what he is caught up in at the moment, but my bet would be that it's going to turn into something life altering. It always does.”
“Him?” he asked as he looked at Lany skeptically.
“Kidnappings, assaults, gunfights, car chases, sex trade, child slavery rings, drug rings, attempted assassinations...” Jerry shrugged as if those things were no big deal. “We've seen them all.”
Just then, Lany started walking toward us but tripped. I rushed forward to catch him before he hit the hard tile floor.
“Unfortunately,” Jerry said, “he can also trip over air.”
I kept one arm firmly wrapped around Lany's waist as I set him on his feet. Jerry was right. Lany could trip over air and anything else out there. “This is why Lany has a personal physician.”
Lany's eyes rolled. “I'm not that bad.”
“Oh, really?” I asked. “Who had stitches this month after falling out of a tree?”
Lany glanced away and mumbled something I couldn't quite make out.
“What was that?”
Lany huffed. “The tree was last month. This month it was the banister at the bottom of the stairs.”
And my point was made.
I chuckled as I lifted Lany up and tossed him over my shoulder. I glanced back at Jerry and the detective. “We'll meet you at the house. Can you grab his belongings?”
It was time to take my baby home where he belonged. He'd be lucky to ever see the outside of the gates again. And this time, I was going to make sure there was more than one tracking device. I might not even tell Lany where they were. That way, he couldn’t find them and cut them out.
What had he been thinking to do something like this? That was a question that burned at my mind, but it would have to wait until we dealt with the current catastrophe.
