It was a damn good thing I was on duty. Otherwise, I would’ve taken the little asshole down myself. As it was, I was tempted to pull out my gun and fire a warning shot just to make the asshole dance.
I wouldn’t, but I wanted to.
“You’ve got three seconds to get off the property,” I declared. “Otherwise, you’ll be spendin’ the night in jail.”
“What for?” the younger one hissed. “We didn’t?—”
“One,” I began. “Two…”
His friend was clearly smarter, grabbing the smartass’s shirt and jerking him backward. “Shut the hell up, Sean.”
I waited for Sean and his smarter friend to leave. When I was left with only Lynx and Wolfe, I turned to them. “What the hell happened?”
Lynx shrugged. “No fuckin’ clue. Got here just in time to see the bastard?—”
Wolfe held up a hand to stop Lynx mid-sentence. “I got this.”
With a curt glance between the two men, Lynx shrugged again, then sauntered toward the door.
Wolfe was still staring after the two men who’d started walking.
“You wanna tell me what happened?”
It took a few seconds, but Wolfe finally looked my way. “No.”
“Should I ask Amy?”
He frowned. “Be my guest, but I think she’ll tell you the same thing.”
I sighed.
These boys knew exactly how to wear down my last nerve.
Before I could decide how to handle it, my radio chirped, the signal for another call.
“You think you can behave?” I asked Wolfe directly.
The big man glared at me, but there wasn’t any heat in his scowl. Not from anger anyway.
“I’ll catch up with you later,” I told him, then headed for my truck.
The night had been unbearably busy. One call after another kept me running from one side of the county to the other. I'd wondered if there was a damn full moon, but the cloud cover had made it impossible to tell.
By the time I was ready to call it a night, I drove by Reagan’s to ensure the place had closed down. All was quiet on that front, so I went over to Marla’s Bar. Normally, I would stop in and check on things, but I had something more pressing to do tonight. Seeing that Wolfe wasn’t over at Marla’s, I could only assume the man was at home.
I fully intended to find out and to pay him a little visit. It had taken some time, but I'd finally gotten the details of what went down. The altercation between the two men and Amy, Wolfe stepping in and taking a pool stick across the back. Twice. It was a damn wonder those boys were still walking. It didn’t happen often, but I had seen Wolfe lose his shit a time or two. No one wanted to be on the receiving end of that man’s anger. No one.
When I was a mile out, I called Wolfe.
He answered on the second ring. “’Yello.”
“Open the damn gate,” I demanded. “I’ll be there in five.”
The call disconnected without a response.
Eight minutes later, I was pulling up in front of Wolfe’s house. It was pitch-black outside and in, but I knew he was home.
I knocked on the front door.
