With a muscle popping in Zeke’s cheek, he pointed at Ledger. “If that’s my boy, I got rights.”
You don’t have shit,Kyra wanted to scream, but bit her lip instead.
“That’s your son?” The cop didn’t mask the shock on her face.
“Tryin’ to find that out. Got a right to know.”
Officer Jamison turned toward Kyra with a question in her eyes.
“He’smyson,” she answered firmly.
The cop stared at her a few seconds before giving her a quick nod before turning back to Zeke. “There’s your answer. There are more civil ways of finding out whether he’s DAMC blood or not.”
The blood in her own veins froze.
DAMC blood.
Her son needed a freaking blood transfusion.
Officer Jamison waved her hand between the two men. “You two, go separate ways.”
“I ain’t?—”
“You are,” she said in a no-nonsense cop voice. “Anyway, aren’t you on parole, dumbass?”
“You fuckin’ know I am, pig.”
One of the officer’s eyebrows rose. “I think you meant to call me cousin. In case your parole terms weren’t clear, by hitting someone, you broke them. Are you itching to go back inside?”
Zeke’s jaw worked for a moment before his eyes closed and his chest expanded as he pulled in a deep breath.
“You’re lucky you’re family. Otherwise, I could arrest you for battery right here and now. I don’t need the victim’spermission.” She turned to Kyra and Ledger. “Are you two good?”
“Yes, thank you for intervening. I just want to be left alone.”
She turned back to Zeke. “You heard her. Don’t harass her.” She tipped her head to the side as she studied her cousin. “By the way, about your phone…you’re welcome.”
“Coulda bought another one.”
She laughed. “Yeah right. I’m sure eight months in the slammer pays well. What did you make, like twenty-three cents an hour? Your retirement fund should be busting at the seams by now.”
Damn.
Go Officer Jamison!
“Do you need us anymore, Officer? Or can we go on our way? Ledger was excited about being here and I didn’t want him to be disappointed.”
Luckily, Glen’s nose had finally stopped bleeding. She needed to get these two men separated before something worse happened.
“Yes, you can go. But here’s my card if you change your mind about filing a complaint.” Zeke’s cousin handed her information to Glen.
He tucked the card into his front pocket. “As long as he stays away from us for the remainder of the day, I won’t need to.” The men stared at each other for a very long, uncomfortable moment, then Glen put his hand on the small of her back. Of course, drawing Zeke’s attention. “Let’s go.”
She smiled up at him, then said to Ledger, “Let’s go have some more fun.”
That was when she noticed almost all of the cotton candy had been scarfed down.
No wonder he’d been quiet the whole time.
