I groaned and dropped my head back on my seat. “What is he up to now?”
There had been more than one fiasco that started with Lany wanting to do the right thing and ended with him being injured or kidnapped or something just as horrible.
“I don't know,” Marcus said in a lower tone. “He wouldn't give me the specifics. He said he couldn't. He said it was need-to-know and that I didn't need to know.”
“Why didn't you call me when he left?”
That's what I really wanted to know.
I could hear Marcus inhale sharply.
“I wanted to, Sal, but you know Lany.”
Unfortunately, I did.
“He called and checked in with me every day, and he sounded fine. He gave me an emergency number to call in case he didn't check in, but...”
“But what?” I sat up straight. “Why haven't you called it?”
“I did,” Marcus admitted. “It's been disconnected.”
“Okay, look, the tracking chip we put in him says he's at home. I need you to search for it. Lyn needs to know if Lany took the chip out or if it’s malfunctioning. If he took it out, I'd search our bathroom.”
“You think he took the chip out?”
“Yes,” I huffed. That was exactly what I thought.
I was going to strangle Lany when I got my hands on him.
Chapter Three
Lany
I winced as I gingerly dabbed at the cut on the corner of my lip with a wet paper towel. I swear to god, if I ever got my hands on Clarke, I was going to hand him his head. And then I was going to hold him while Lyn and Sal did the same thing.
I had to get out of here first.
I couldn't believe I had been arrested. Granted, I had been inside a drug house when SWAT had busted in. If it had been any SWAT unit other than Sal's, I would have been arrested right along with everyone else, but it hadn't been. The moment I realized it was Sam kneeling on my back, I knew I was safe. Sal's team would never let anything happen to me.
And yet, it had.
If Clarke had simply let me talk, none of this would have ever happened, but, no, he had to try and prove a point, and now I was locked up with bruised ribs, a swollen eye, a busted lip, and one hell of a knot on my head. I had no idea when I was ever going to get out of here or even if I would.
The scary part was the other inmates weren't the ones to rough me up. It had been the arresting officer. Apparently, I was a flight risk or some such shit. Not only had he manhandled me rather aggressively, but I had “tripped” while standing still.
At least, that was how he reported it to the booking officer.
It probably didn't help that I had refused to give them my name. They had taken my fingerprints so I am sure my name would come up eventually, but until then, I was keeping my mouth shut.
The officer on duty dropped a phone down in front of me. “Here's your one phone call.”
Okay, maybe I wasn't keeping my mouth shut, but I knew enough to know my phone call would be monitored and recorded, so I needed to seriously think about who I was going to call. I did not want to listen to Sal freak out while someone else was listening in.
Clarke was out. He was the bonehead that got me into this situation. I figured the rest of his team was out as well. They hadn't done anything to keep me from being handcuffed and tossed behind bars.
Oh, I knew who to call.
It was a little awkward picking up the phone since my hands were still handcuffed, but once I did, I dialed a number that I knew by heart and prayed the person on the other end would play along. The officer that had given me the phone wasn't even trying to pretend that he wasn't listening in to my conversation. He was standing right in front of me watching.
