“Stand up and put your hands behind your back.” Tolland began reading me my rights. A lot of good that would do me. Nothing about this was legal, but they didn’t care.
With a heavy sigh, I followed his instructions. What the hell else was I going to do? Gideon had called his lawyer, and hopefully he’d get here before I was moved to whatever warehouse Lorcan was totally going to kill me in.
As I was led from the interrogation room, I surveyed the area, my gaze landing on Toni, who was on the other side of the counter. I wasn’t sure if he’d seen me at first, but then his eyes widened and he began texting furiously.
I was at the rear entrance of the building when I heard him. No question who it was roaring like a motherfucking lion.
“Where the fuck is he?”
Tolland yanked me out the door only to come face-to-face with Raff.
“Where exactly do you think you’re taking him…Clarence?” Raff smirked.
“Out of the way, Rafferty. Mr. Garrand is under arrest.”
“You’ll want to rethink that.” Raff adjusted his coat, his, pistol on display.
“Oh, you’re going to shoot a cop?” Tolland pulled me harder toward a police van idling to the left. “Move, Garrand.”
“You don’t want to do this.” Raff’s tone dropped.
A crashing sound came from inside the station, and Tolland all but lifted me to get me into the van.
“Let him go!” Raff shouted. I looked over my shoulder and saw his gun was drawn.
“Drop it, Rafferty.”
“Can’t do that, Clarence.”
“You shoot me, and you’ll be signing your death warrant.”
If Raff could hold him off for another minute, I was sure Gideon would be coming through the rear and this would end. But that wasn’t what happened. I made to get off the floor of the van to charge Tolland, who was reaching for his gun.
He noticed me and slammed the door in my face, and gunshots rang out. Through the window, I saw Raff hit Tolland in the shoulder and the detective returned fire. Raff fell to the pavement, and Tolland raced to the driver’s seat.Shit!
I tried to ram my body into the door to open it, but it was a fucking police van designed to stop criminals from escaping. The van jolted, and I fell to the floor again. I rocked to my side, able to stand. Out the back window, the last thing I saw beforeTolland raced out of the station was Gideon standing in the lot, Raff on the ground, and Toni, Alex, and Danny beside him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Gideon
“Fuck!”I roared and turned to Danny. “Car. Now.” Then to Alex, “Let’s go we—can tail it.”
“You’re going nowhere, Mr. Hendrix.”
Behind me stood Commissioner Shaw and about ten other police officers, weapons drawn. “You’ve caused quite the spectacle. I’ll need you and your associates to stay here.” He smirked, his eyes glinting with victory. Well, this motherfucker was going to die slowly, and the last thing I’d remove would be his eyes.
“You don’t want to interfere, Shaw.”
He chuckled darkly. “Officer Malby, please escort Mr. Hendrix to holding.”
My eyes narrowed and I took a step forward, which made the officers advance. “Funny. I thought Penn was being transferred because there was no room in holding.”
He nonchalantly lifted a shoulder. “Space has suddenly opened up.”
My phone vibrated in my pocket. I went to get it only to be grabbed by one of the officers, my hands pulled behind my back, and cuffs clicked around my wrists.
“You’re making a huge mistake, Shaw.”
