I groaned as I turned and found Sergeant Victor Clarke—second-in-command of Sal's SWAT team and the husband of my best friend, Lyn—standing in the doorway in full SWAT gear. “Hey, Clarke.”
I was so dead.
“What in the hell are you doing here? Have you lost your mind?” Clarke stiffened suddenly and then shook his head. “You know what? I don't want to know. Sal can figure out your crazy ass when he gets home. Put the cuffs back on him, Brodsky.”
“You want me to cuff Lany?” Sam asked slowly as if he wanted to be perfectly clear on the demand.
“He was found in a drug house when SWAT was called in to bust the place,” Clarke said. “Cuff his ass and throw him into the back of a squad car. Sal will be back by the end of the week. Lany can spend that time thinking about why he shouldn't hang out with drug dealers.”
“Wait, wait,” I said as Sam grabbed me. “You don't understand.”
Clarke just needed to call my DEA contact and everything would be explained. Hell, even Lyn could explain it, as he was the only one besides the DEA that knew I was working undercover.
“Nope. Nope.” Clarke shook his head. “Not listening to a suspect.”
A suspect?
Seriously?
“We're just here to bust your ass and put you in jail,” Clarke said. “Your husband and your lawyer can figure out the rest.”
“Clarke!”
“Not listening,” Clarke said as he turned and walked out of the room.
“I'm going to kill him.”
Clarke stuck his head back into the room. There was a hint of laughter in his voice as he said, “Threatening a police officer is a crime.”
I narrowed my eyes as I watched him disappear again. I swear to god, I was going to use my one phone call to call Lyn and tell him what his husband had done. Let's see him laugh his way out of that one.
“I'm sorry about this, Lany.”
“Are you seriously going to arrest me, Sam?”
“My sergeant ordered it, so...” Sam looked as if he would rather face a raging suspect hyped up on PSP than deal with me right now.
“Fine, whatever. Just...There's a flash stick in my pocket. Can you get it to Lyn?” If I was headed to jail, I didn't want that information on me. There was no telling what the police would do with it. Again, very few people knew I was undercover. The police could see it as evidence to convict me of working with a drug dealer.
Sam dug into my pocket until his fingers closed around the flash stick. I could honestly admit I was a little embarrassed to have someone other than Sal rooting around in my pocket.
Once Sam pulled it out, he stuck it into his own pocket, and then he escorted me out of the building to a squad car. On the upside, my cover wasn't broken because the drug thug got to watch as I was read my rights and then placed into the back of the police vehicle.
Lucky for me, he was placed in a different vehicle.
I could see Sam and Clarke giving me strange looks as they spoke to the officers on the scene, including the other three members of Sal's SWAT team. I got wide-eyed looks from a stunned Officer David Wu, Officer Miles Burke, and Officer Joseph Santiago.
It wasn't hard to figure out what they were talking about. Namely, me. I just wondered how much time I had before they called my husband. It wasn't like I could deny being in the house of a drug dealer. I'd been arrested by the SWAT team after all. But there was so much more to the story than that.
If I could just get someone to listen to me.
Chapter Two
Salvador
I groaned and rolled to my side to reach for my cell phone when it rang. I squinted as I looked at the digital clock on the screen and then swiped my finger across it and held it to my ear. “Do you know what fucking time it is, Clarke?”
“Way too early or way too late, depending on when you woke up or went to bed.”
