“In the meantime, it’s gonna be hard tryin’ to find anythin’ out unless somethin’ actually happens,” Cash says. “Assholes like this either move onto someone else, or they escalate. When was the first letter received?”
“About three weeks ago,” I say. “He’s bound to slip up soon, every letter gets examined by forensics. There’s also no way of knowing if he knows that Willow isn’t actually getting any of the letters.” If he does, he’s a dead man.
I will cut his fucking eyeballs out for looking at her, then move to his fingers for putting that letter together, and finally his balls so he never gets to use that part of his body again. In fact, I’ll take pleasure in it.
A big part of me hopes that this is just another threat that will amount to nothing, but I can’t risk it. Cameron may be a fucking asshole, but I have to give him some credit for coming to me. That couldn’t have been easy.
“So, stick with her until we get somethin’, anythin’,” Ryder says. “In the meantime, the boys can go through the footage from the ceremony, plus anywhere she’s been in a publicgathering, which is probably a lot of places. We’re assuming he lives here, but who knows with these creepy bastards.”
“It’s a good idea,” Cash agrees. “If there’s some connection between her and a disgruntled criminal she’s arrested, or a family member who’s got a vendetta, it’ll only be a matter of time before he tries anything. Since it’s been goin’ on for only three weeks, I’m thinkin’ we need to look at all the recent cases she’s been involved in.”
“Cameron sent them to me,” I say. “I’ve been pourin’ through it for most of the night. I’ll email it to the boys. Could be a connection there. This whole fuckin’ thing is a goddamn nightmare.”
There is someone out there who wants to hurt my girl. I will find them, no doubt about it, and I will have my justice. MC style.
“Don’t go gettin’ away with yourself,” Cash warns. “I know you act before you think, but she is a cop, the stakes are much higher if we fuck up.”
“You mean if we find him and I get to feed him to the alligators?” I cock a brow.
The bayou is always a good place to hide dead bodies. In fact, it’s fucking genius.
“Trust me when I say, you get first dibs, what I meant was, don’t get caught. Just because you’re still legally married to her, doesn’t mean she’s gonna let you off if this turns sideways.”
“It won’t,” I say. “I know what I’m doin’.”
The trouble is, I don’t know if that statement is entirely true. I’m barely hanging on here because I’m going out of my mind.
For once, I should take a leaf out of Brew’s book and take a beat. He always thinks things over and never acts in haste. On this, I have to have my eye on the ball. Which is why I’m having Erica and Nova clear my schedule for the next few weeks so I can concentrate on this fake job.
I’ll have to tell Sawyer something, but not the whole story. I’ll need him at some point, or he’ll ask too many questions if I don’t fess up that I’m looking out for her. He doesn’t need to know why.
I leave and make my way downtown to the calaboose. I fucking hate anything to do with the station, aside from Willow, of course. They may have sifted out half of the bad cops from the takedown, but that doesn’t mean they got every one of them. Every single person I pass as I make my way through the building is suspicious. Of course, they’re probably thinking the same thing about me because I’m wearing my club colors, but I don’t give a fuck.
I see Carl, one of the guys who Willow vouches for, and he gives me a once over. “You lost, Haze?”
“Nope.” I pop the ‘p’. I wave the piece of paper at him. “Got a work order, as it happens. I’m here to see the captain.”
He lowers his voice. “She knows you’re comin’?”
I give him a look. “I knew when I got the okay she wouldn’t exactly be thrilled about it, but I’m here to do a job,” I tell him. “Don’t wanna upset the commissioner, do you? It’s got his signature right there at the bottom.”
Lucky for me, Carl isn’t an ass. If he wasn’t a cop and I wasn’t a biker, I think we’d even be friends. “Let me call her first.”
“No need.” I wave a hand as he lets me through. “She loves surprises.”
“Jesus, Haze,” he mutters as I finger wave.
I head straight down the hall, then I have to take the stairs up two flights. If it’s weird I know where her new office is situated, then nobody really knows me at all.
When I get to the door that says ‘Captain’ — after a few stares from a couple of the desks I pass — I rap my knuckles on the open door. “Honey, I’m home,” I call out, stepping inside.
Willow is on the phone. As she turns her head, her eyes go wide when she sees me, mouthing, ‘What the fuck?’
I smile, kicking the door shut behind me, walking over to the desk as I check out the new space.
It’s huge. There are still boxes all over the place, but her fancy desk is fairly neat and tidy. I glance out the window to the street below. Nice view. The long window lets in a lot of light, but I close it just a little, mainly to annoy her.
I check out the private bathroom and whistle low. It’s not fancy, but it’s nice not having to share. After I’m done poking around, I sit in the chair opposite her as she narrows her eyes at me but keeps talking. I glance down at the flashing light and realize that’s probably good old Carl trying to get through. I link my hands behind my head and wait.
