She peeked her head out of the office. “What’s wrong?”
“Some asshole’s arresting my husband.”
“What?” She came rushing down the hall and grabbed Dalton’s arm. “What are the charges?”
“Obstruction of justice,” he said. “Among other things.”
“What proof do you have?”
“None,” Doc said. “He thinks Sugar Bear is here.”
“Or you know where he is,” Dalton said.
“Wait,” Lyric said, tugging on Dalton’s arm. “What if we deliver Sugar Bear to you?”
“Lyric,” Doc warned.
Doom closed the distance between himself and his woman, standing behind her in support.
“Which means, you know where he is,” Dalton deduced.
“That’s not at all what it means,” Lyric countered. “But we might be in a position to locate and deliver him to you.”
“When?” Dalton demanded.
Doc narrowed his eyes at Lyric, but she charged on, “Forty-eight hours?”
“No,” Doc growled.
“Twenty-four,” Dalton said.
“Jesus Christ,” Doc hissed. “No.”
“Honey, please,” I begged. “If you know where he is, or think you can find him, why won’t you tell Dalt?”
His scowl focused on me.
“Rabbit can find anyone, anywhere,” I continued, knowing full well Sugar Bear was less than a hundred feet from me. Actually, below me, zip-tied to a pole in the basement with a gag in his mouth and a hood over his face. “Dalton. Please. Uncuff him and we’ll put Rabbit onto locating him,” I promised.
“Give us forty-eight hours,” Lyric continued. “Twenty-four just isn’t enough time.”
Doc gave me a look that spoke volumes, and I knew I’d get an earful later, but I didn’t care. Dalton could do some damage to the club and there was no way in hell I was going to let that happen.
“You gonna make that happen, Doc?” Dalton asked.
Doc glanced at Doom, then Alamo, before letting out a frustrated sigh. “Yeah, we can make that happen.”
“If you don’t, I’ve got plenty more handcuffs where these came from.”
“Nobody asked about your private life,” Doc retorted.
Dalton uncuffed him and focused on the three senior officers. “Forty-eight hours, gentlemen. Or sooner. Sooner would be better.”
“Mouse, walk Agent Moore out,” Doc said, and waited for Mouse and Dalton to leave the building before turning to me. “Upstairs,” he growled at the same time as Doom issued a similar growl to Lyric.
I made my way upstairs and waited for Doc to close the door behind us before facing him. “I’m not apologizing.”
He crossed his arms and glared at me.
