Malloy nodded, using his crutches to stand. “Yes.”
Noni swallowed. Okay. She had to get out of there. The room swirled around her, and she shoved down the dizziness. To focus, she looked down and took several deep breaths. Her gaze caught on Symington’s boots.
Boots beneath a suit?
Wait a minute. She turned and held out her hand. “Thank you for your help.”
Her attorney looked at her hand and then took it, shaking gently.
The very clear ridges of a blood brother scar rubbed against her palm. Heat fired through her. She looked closer. Holy crap.
Was that Denver?
CHAPTER
23
Denver finished scouting the small apartment the cops apparently used as a safe house. It was on the third floor, so anybody wanting to infiltrate would have to climb. Or scale down.
Malloy directed his attention to a couple of uniformed cops. “Take position outside.”
Noni sat in an overstuffed green chair in the small living area with a sleeping baby in her arms, her gaze wide on Denver.
He turned toward Malloy as the other cops shut the door when they left. “If you don’t mind, I’d like a moment with my client.”
Malloy looked at him, glanced toward Noni, looked back, and burst out in laughter. “If nothing else, you assholes never fail to bring the fun.” He wiped his eyes and dropped onto a clean-looking sofa, setting his crutches to the side. “I know that Heath has the law degree, but . . . my guess it’s Denver.”
Well, hell. Denver exhaled loudly. “How did you know?”
“This ain’t my first rodeo with you guys,” Malloy said, losing his smile. “You just committed fraud with the FBI. How good are your documents?”
“The best,” Denver said. Should he grab Noni and run now? “Krill actually exists, and we have connections to it.” In fact, it was one of the businesses owned by the Gray brothers from Montana. But Malloy didn’t need that much information. “Since we’re speaking freely, you and Tina need to take a vacation as you mend from the bullet wounds.”
Malloy’s jaw firmed. “Tina is in danger?”
Denver unbuttoned the large suit coat. “I don’t know. But you’re both on Madison and Cobb’s radar, so you need to go under. Just until we take them down.”
Malloy grabbed his nearest crutch. “You know I’m a cop, right? If these assholes are breaking the law, then I’ll take them down. You have to understand that.”
Denver sighed. “They’re not exactly breaking the law yet, at least not that we can prove. Also, Madison has connections. Good ones.”
“I don’t care. We’re doing this the right way,” Malloy countered.
Denver struggled to remove the body suit. “You’re in enough trouble.”
“I’ll be fine. At the end of the day, we brought down a gang,” Malloy said evenly.
Denver groaned as he dropped the suit. “God, this is heavy.”
“Serves you right,” Malloy grumbled.
“Okay. We’ll work with you. First let’s take care of Noni and the baby.” Denver gingerly pulled off the fake beard. He’d need it again tomorrow. “Then we’ll formulate a plan.” He had absolutely no problem lying to the cop. That was something he should probably be concerned about. Later. “We’ll work together, Malloy.”
Malloy’s expression didn’t change. So much for trust. “Who’s the makeup artist, anyway? My guess is Heath.”
“Ryker,” Denver said, easing the wig off his head. “The guy has a knack for it.”
Malloy’s phone buzzed, and he glanced at the face. “Apparently Aunt Franny and Aunt Verna are downstairs.” He sighed. “I’ll have them sent up.”
