“I think boy. You ready?”
“Yeah.”
My heart was pounding in my chest. I didn’t care whether our baby was a girl or boy. A grin broke out over my face as we both read the results. We were having a boy. “You were right.” I reached over and pulled her into my lap, computer and all.
“A boy,” she said, reclining against me. She scrolled down a bit more and I let out a relieved breath as I saw that all the testing had come back as low risk for any kind of problems. We were having a son and, at least for now, he was healthy. That was all that mattered.
CHAPTER 30
Devyn
Bolo had come to bed after I’d fallen asleep last night and was gone again this morning when I got up for work. I wasn’t sure exactly what was going on yet, though I knew it was club stuff. The crazy part? I missed him last night.
Shaking my head, I shoved the file jacket further away from me on the desk. I couldn’t seem to focus right now. They say brain fog was a pregnancy symptom, but I didn’t know if that was what this was, or if I just couldn’t keep my mind off the gorgeous biker who’d flipped my entire world on its axis.
I couldn’t even pretend to mind anymore. Life was certainly a lot more interesting now.
“Dev.”
Glancing up, I blinked at my fire chief as he stuck his head in through my open office door. “Hey, Lou-”
“I’m going to need you to get rid of this guy. He’s weirding out the crew. And you know how hard it is to make these guys uncomfortable.”
“Who?” I asked, perplexed.
Before he could respond Detective Bowers appeared behind him like he’d been summoned. Lou’s face tightened up into a grimace as he faced me, then he smoothed his expression out and turned to look at Bowers. “Told you I’d find her.” He shifted his head again and his gaze met mine. The look he shot me said, ‘get him out of here’.
“Hi, Detective,” I said with a courtesy smile. I wasn’t exactly sure why he was still checking in with me. The report on the factory fire had been in his hands for a month, and there wasn’t anything else I was going to be able to tell him.
“Nate,” he said, moving into my office.
My eyebrows shot up.
“My name is Nate,” he said. “I was just stopping in to update you.”
Frowning, I opened my mouth to ask him why, but then closed it again. He was nice enough, but I really didn’t understand what was going on. “Did you…find any suspects?”
“I have my suspicions,” he told me, sitting down across from my desk.
Slowly, I took my seat once more. Movement in the doorway caught my eye and I looked over to find Dutch, Billy, and David all creeping around in the hall. Dutch gave me a questioning look. He’d toss this guy, cop or not, out on his ass if I wanted him to. Literally. Dutch was a big boy. I gave a barely perceivable shake of my head. “And what are those?” I asked.
“A group we’ve been investigating for a bit,” he said. “I don’t have solid proof yet, but enough things are falling together that can’t be a coincidence. Did you hear that there was a break in at an apartment complex over off Wilamena Ave yesterday?”
“I…hadn’t heard that.” What in the hell was going on? Wilamena Ave was way outside our station’s area. He was watching me with this…look…on his face. Like I was the one he was interrogating. But why would he be doing that?
“Does that have something to do with the fire?” I asked.
“We suspect it may be the same crew.”
“Setting fires and staging break-ins?” I frowned. “Usually arsonists get their jollies just by lighting the fires and watching the destruction… They don’t typically branch out into other crimes.”
“We suspect that maybe this group’s thing is more than that.” There was that suspicious stare again.
I sighed heavily enough that he was able to see my irritation. I was getting sick of the cat and mouse game, especially when I had no idea what was going on. “I’m very busy,” I told him. Shifting in my seat, I leaned my forearms on the desk. “I get the feeling you want to ask me something. Or… I don’t know. I’d much rather you just spit it out, Detective Bowers.”
Anger flashed in his brown eyes and I realized there was a lot more to him than I’d originally thought. Not that I was claiming to have known him well, but the man at the factory fire had seemed a lot more…relaxed…than this man. Less…aggressive. “We think there is a group of men out there committing crimes.”
I nodded. He wanted to play games? I’d play. “I imagine there is in a city this size. Probably more than one. Cartels, Mafia, street gangs. Probably acting in some kind oforganizedmanner.”
