“Not fucking good enough. Do we have anything on Lorcan?”
“Paul has reported nothing yet.”
My phone vibrated, same as Alex’s. I read the text from Toni, anger tightening my throat.
Fucking commissioner is transferring Penn, says holding is full here.
“Bull fucking shit.”
Not before his lawyer gets there.
Alex glanced at me in the rearview. “He’s still in court.”
I’m coming in.
That text was all the warning I gave my men before I opened the door. I was out of time, Penn was out of time. If Penn left this building, he was going to be handed right over to Lorcan.
“Boss!” Danny and Alex were hurrying up to me.
“Let’s see how brave the commissioner is when he’s face-to-face with me.” I was going to tear this building down brick by brick until Penn was in my arms again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Pennsylvania
They hadn’t takenmy phone and I wanted to ask Detective Tolland if I could answer the twenty-plus text messages that had been vibrating in my pocket that I was sure were from Gideon. I figured when the detective had listened to my account of the evening Dean’s house went up in flames and refused to let me say who I saw, there was going to be a problem.
“Let me see if I understand this so far, Mr. Garrand. You were heading to work, saw there was a house on fire, and decided to run into the burning home and rescue children?”
“Yes, but that’s not what I’m here to report.”
“You said you work at Kaleidoscopes?”
“Worked. I put my notice in.”
“And why is that?” Detective Tolland folded his hands on the top of the table.
“What does that have to do with anything?”
He shrugged. “Well, I mean, were you leaving town?”
“As a matter of fact, I was.”
He wrote something on his pad, which I couldn’t see. “It’s a little suspicious that you quit your job after the fire.”
“Actually it’s not. See, I was leaving town because I saw who started the fire, and I was terrified.”
His brows rose. “And yet you’re still in town.”
This detective was a pain in my ass, and it was becoming quite apparent that he wasn’t here because Bainer had asked him to be.
“I tried leaving, but Lorcan Anders, the man I saw torching the house, has been trying to kill me. Anywhere I’d go, he’d follow.”
He blinked, wrote more things on his stupid pad, and then stood. “I’ll be right back.”
“What?”
Detective Tolland grabbed the recorder and pad and left me alone in the room.
