“We got some solid evidence,” Joe said.
“All cirrrr-cum-stantial at this point.”
Ryan gave me a side-eye frown. I’m pretty sure I hung on my ‘r’ on circumstantial a bit too long, but, seriously, I wasnotAmerican, and I didn’t play one on television, either. I had no clue what I was doing.
“Linda’s a real ‘innocent until proven guilty’ type,” Ryan said.
“It’s how your–ourlegal system works, right?” I challenged.
Joe scoffed. “This guy’s a biker. Calls himself ‘Hatchet’ or some shit like that.”
“Hatch,” Ryan corrected, stepping slightly in front of me.
Seriously, I wanted to cut Joe into several pieces... maybe with a hatchet. This man was taking liberties.
“Well, he’s not talking, so if you can get something out of him, more power to you.”
“I’ll do my darn tootin’ best, partner,” I said.
“You wanna bring him down in ten?” Ryan asked, shooting me another look.
Joe nodded. “Sure.”
“Dial it back a bit, John Wayne,” Ryan warned as he pulled me into an interrogation room and I paced the small space, hands on my hips, in an effort not to hit something.
“Maisie,” he whispered.
“What?”
“Sit down.” He opened the manila folder on the table and pointed to something. “I need you to look at this.”
I leaned over, and he whispered again, “Camera. Remember, look engaged.”
I nodded and pointed at another part of the page. “You failed to mention cameras, Ryan. Can we get them turned off?”
“I’m going to see what I can do. Just follow my lead.”
“I’ll follow your lead, so long as it leads me to getting my arms around my man.”
The door opened, and I glanced up to see Hatch being pushed into the room. His eyes hit mine and I desperately tried not to react. Outwardly, he was the model of a pissed off man being held without reason, but his eyes. Ohmigod, his eyes. They softened, and I saw every little bit of love he was trying to send me with one look.
He looked healthy. Pissed off, but healthy.
Joe led Hatch to the table and settled him facing the camera. Ryan walked Joe to the door and closed the door behind him, turning to face us. “You have about a minute to say something until they figure out I’ve unplugged the camera, make it quick.”
I didn’t hesitate, wrapping my arms around Hatch and kissing him gently. “Hey.”
“Hey, Sunshine. What are you doin’ here?”
“I’m acting as the munitions expert.”
He choked back a laugh. “What the fuck?”
“I love you. I miss you. We are going to figure out how to get you out of here, okay?”
“Okay, baby. I trust you.”
“I need to plug the camera back in,” Ryan said.
