My mind tried to twist around Clarke's words so I could better understand, but there was no way that was happening. I was too damn tired.
I groaned as I flopped back on the mattress and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Just tell me why you are calling, Clarke.”
“Lany is in jail.”
I froze.
“Sal, did you hear me?” Clarke asked.
“I don't think I did,” I said slowly. “It sounded like you said Lany is in jail.”
Clarke sighed. “I did.”
I sat up in one fluid motion and flipped the covers back, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. After putting the phone on speaker mode, I set it on the nightstand and then reached for my clothes. “Start from the beginning, Clarke. How did Lany end up in jail?”
“Um...I sort of arrested him.”
I froze once again, one sock on, one sock halfway past my toes, and then turned to look at the cell phone. “You arrested my husband?”
“Yes, but I had good reason.”
I couldn't think of a single good reason to arrest Lany and toss him in jail. He might be a scatterbrained klutz at times, but he was not a criminal.
“Talk faster, Clarke,” I snapped as I finished yanking on my sock and then reached for my pants.
“So, we got called in to bust a drug house down on the west side of town. We were going through it room by room, arresting everyone inside, when I heard Sam call out that he had another suspect in custody. When I got into the room he was clearing, Lany was there.”
“In a drug house?”
I had to be sure.
“Yes,” Clarke replied.
Huh.
“Was he high?” Lany didn't do drugs, but I couldn't think of another reason he would enter a drug house. Maybe if a kid was involved or one of our friends…
“No,” Clarke replied. “When he was booked, he didn't have anything on him.”
“Wait.” I grabbed the phone, took it off speaker, and held it to my ear. “How long ago did this happen?”
How long had my baby been behind bars?
“We busted the house around eight last night.”
I checked my phone just to make sure I had the time right, and then anger ignited in my gut. “Lany was arrested over six hours ago, and you are just telling me now?”
“I had to wait until I could turn over the scene to the incident commander, Sal. You know that.”
True, that was operating procedure, but this was Lany we were talking about. “Why didn't you send someone with Lany?”
Clarke didn't reply.
“Clarke?”
“He was in a drug house, Sal.” Clarke spoke quickly and loudly, a tinge of anger in his voice. “Lany has done a lot of crazy stuff, but a drug house?”
My fingers tightened around the phone. “Clarke,” I growled.
