“I’m not going to ask how you got these bags. I’ll send these in to see if we can get prints off of them. Let’s run these to the station and then head to Mike’s. You can either follow me over or we can meet there.” Bill stands up and takes the notes with him.
“You know we always have our ways, Bill.” Demitri lets out a small chuckle.
Bill and Callum stand up on the other side of our desks. Everyone agrees to head over to the station quickly to drop off the evidence, and Bill will then lead the way to Mike’s. He thinks Mike might take the information better from law enforcement, and he is going to just play off that we are helping the cops with my “tech skills”.
We will just disregard the blatant conflict of interest Devil Dog has in the kidnapping. I don’t think Mike even knows we exist. I close up the files on my computer and lock the drive away in the drawer of my desk.
Demitri stands up and turns to face me. “Alright,” he takes a deep breath. “Let’s go face this dickhead.”
CHAPTER 45
DEMITRI
The drive to the station goes by quickly. I watch Bill run in, and it takes him roughly ten minutes to drop the notes off to the lab for any information. Now we are following behind his cop car to the little trailer park that Kyra lives in with Mike, her idiot fiancée. I’ve never met the guy, but the stories I have heard aren’t winning him any awards.
We have dropped Kyra off a number of times to her little trailer, but never in the daylight. Mike’s rusted-out maroon F-150 is parked in the small driveway.Where the fuck is Kyra’s Jeep?
“Didn’t Nyx pick up Kyra the day they disappeared?” Graham questions.
“I thought so. I didn’t see Kyra’s Jeep downtown that day.” We had Nyx’s car towed back to the house after we discovered their phones on the ground at the river walk on that day from hell.
“Weird, okay. Let’s get this over with.” I turn around to face Cal. “You are not going to like this guy, but you have to keep your cool. Once we get the girls back, we can do whatever we can to keep him away from her, but for now, and until she makes thechoice, you have to let him keep breathing.” Giving him a small lecture. He takes a deep breath, centering himself, and nods his head.
“Alright, let’s go meet the dick.” He swings his door open and climbs out of the backseat of my truck.
Bill opens his door and gets out of the car just ahead of us. He nods his head and walks up the porch to the door. We follow suit like three towering security guards behind him. Bill isn’t small by any means. He definitely hits around six foot but we still tower over him. I look over and the Hutchinson brothers have their arms crossed over their chests, with the biggest asshole looks on their faces.
I slap Graham upside his head. “Knock that shit off. He’s going to be on the defensive with that look on both y'all's faces.” They both instantly drop their arms and try to fix their resting dick faces.
I can feel the boards underneath my feet give way under all of our weight, and I just hope we don’t fall through.
“If she stays here, I am fixing this damn deck.” Cal leans over his brother and whispers to me. I give him a single nod of my head before the door opens with a groan.
“What the fuck do you want?” Mike spits out before he realizes Bill is in uniform. “You find my bitch dead somewhere? She’s been gone for a few days, though. Someone finally got rid of her annoying ass.”
My stomach drops out of my ass, and I reach behind Graham to grab hold of Cal’s hoodie. The rage is glowing in his eyes. I give him a subtle shake of my head and mimic a deep breath. I watch him breathe and relax just a smidge, but he’s ready to punch this ass.
“Are you Michael Ashman?” Bill is trying to keep himself professional. Still trying to play the good police captain he is.
“Who’s askin‘?” There is definitely an odor emanating from the man in front of us. Standing there in a holey white tank top, and his sweatpants appearing to be stretched to the limit around his beer gut.
“My name is Captain Bill Montgomery, from the Detroit City Police Department. These guys,” he steps to the side to point to the three of us. “Are Demitri Meadows, Graham and Callum Hutchinson. They run Devil Dog Security. We are here to inquire about Kyra Stevens. She is your fiancée, correct?”
“I suppose she is my fiancée, but I haven't seen the broad in a few days though so I’m not sure what is going on with us.” Fuck this man is a work of art. My rage is simmering at the surface. How does anyone talk about that ray of sunshine like that?
I can see Cal, he is vibrating with rage. He keeps balling his fists at his side. His jaw is locked down so hard I can hear his teeth grinding together. Even Graham is fidgeting with anger. He is the cool, calm, and collected of the three of us. So, if he is pissed, it’s a big fucking deal.
“So what can I do for you?” Mike spits out with a sneer. “I’m not letting you in my house without a warrant.”
“Mr. Ashman, we aren’t here to search your house. We wanted to let you know Kyra has been reported as missing with Miss Bennett. Are you familiar with Nyx Bennett?”
“Unfortunately, that whore has probably taken Kyra to convince her to leave me.” His response has my vision going dark. I feel like I am watching from another body as I take the few steps toward Mike and my fist flies through the air, and connects with his nose.
“Mr. Meadows!” Bill yells.Fuck, what the hell just happened?I look at the ground and Mike is laying there, out cold.
“I am sorry, sir. I don’t know what came over me.” I can barely get out.
“You’re fine, Demitri. You did what every single one of us wanted to do. We will just make it known that nothing happened here.”
