At this point, I was only half paying attention. The two police officers and two men dressed in cheap suits crawled from the vehicles, conversing for a few seconds before moving into the cemetery.
Sinclair caught my line of sight, taking a step in front of me. “Looks like we might have an issue.”
“Maybe they have some information on our father’s murder,” Jaxon suggested.
I knew better. “No, they don’t. I know them too well.” While we controlled a number of law enforcement officers, that didn’t mean they were dropping everything to solve our father’s murder. There were enough people who’d lived through my father’s tyranny two decades before who would never allow our family to forget.
As the two men in suits took the lead, smirks on their faces, I turned toward our attorney and Consigliere. He knew exactly what I was thinking. He was also holding something back.
This wasn’t a conveying of respects. The detectives had something more nefarious as the reason for their visit on this sacred day.
They stopped a few feet away, the two officers crowding closer. As soon as one pulled his handcuffs from his belt, my entire family bristled.
The smirk on the one detective’s face turned into a smile of satisfaction. “Alexander Prince?”
“Yes. What can I do for you?”
“You’ll need to come with us.”
“Why?” Sinclair threw out.
The detective was smiling, an eager beaver who’d caught a worm. “Because he’s under arrest.”
“For what?” Montgomery growled, getting in their faces.
I didn’t bother arguing or resisting, turning around so the young officer obviously shaken to his core could do his job.
“For the murder of Lorenzo Russo.”
CHAPTER 4
Catherine
To say I was in a shitty mood was an understatement.
My workload had increased, another case piled on top of what I was already juggling. I’d even had a strange phone call after noticing what appeared to be a car following me. I’d thought about reporting it, but knew I’d be laughed at.
I’d finally convinced myself that after the near attack, I was experiencing the heebie-jeebies. Another part of me had been unable to get thoughts of my savior from my mind. I’d allowed him to walk away without doing my job as an officer of the law.
What in the hell had gotten into me?
At least today’s agenda was light, the upcoming three-day weekend something I desperately needed.
I was late, the alarm clock on the fritz and a headache consuming my frontal lobe, which required copious volumes of coffee. I had yet to acquire that, so I was extra cranky.
At least I’d finally managed to replace my phone, the geeky clerks at the Apple store less than helpful when telling me that my warranty period had expired.
Thinking of the phone brought back the only decent experience I’d had in weeks. All coming from a stranger I’d crashed into on the street. A familiar face even though I hadn’t been able to place him. Extremely handsome, incredibly well built, and totally off limits.
What I did know was that staying away from him was probably the best idea. At least he’d admitted he was a bad man. Who did that? I bit my bottom lip, swearing his rich scent lingered even after several days.
Wishful thinking.
I’d been able to smell his arrogance, let alone the suit he’d been wearing had cost more than I made in a couple of months. Then there’d been the issue with his bruised hand. Oh, well. At least he’d allowed me a smile when I’d had few over the last few weeks.
Sighing, I knew I had to get my mind on the ball. Maybe I’d issue a restraining order instead. No, that would likely cause members of the press to ask what was going on. Ugh. Coffee. Then a clearer head.
With no appearance in court today, I could spend time preparing for upcoming cases then be out the door at five sharp. I’d gotten dressed in a hurry, even allowing my hair to remain long, something I rarely did. Maybe I was considering today my casual Friday.
