“I don’t know.”
A squad car pulled up and a cop Ivy recognized hopped out. The one from the field.
The one who had pointed a gun at them.
She moved a little closer to Vaughn.
“Who the fuck is this guy?” Delaney asked, hooking a chin toward Zeke. “Is he—”
“Don’t know. Book him for B&E, ag assault on an LEO, weapons charges. Throw the fucking book at him. Haven’t Mirandized him, but he’s asked for a lawyer.”
“Jesus.”
“I need to head to a secondary location—take him in.” Then to Ivy, “You stay here.”
Ivy shook her head; she didn’t want to be anywhere near this cop.
A knowing look passed over Vaughn’s face.
“Never mind—I’m taking her with me. I’ll bring her into the station after.”
Delaney was about to question this, but a stern look from Vaughn shut him down. Seniority and all that.
“You know where this Rebecca lives?”
Vaughn started to walk toward his car, and Ivy went with him.
“I can find out.”
She called Tristan.
“Tristan, I need—”
“Hey, did you hear from that cop? Detective Ryan? I gave him your address. Wasn’t sure—”
“It’s fine. I need your help.”
“With what?”
“Log into the student database, find an address for Rebecca Quinn.”
“Rebecca? Is she okay?”
“I don’t know. Please, hurry.”
Tristan gave her the address and Ivy relayed it to Vaughn.
“It’s not far.”
Rebecca was a scholarship kid and lived in a cheap apartment that was part of student housing. First floor, motel style.
Vaughn double-parked in front of her door.
“Stay here, okay?” Vaughn said, placing a hand on her arm.
Ivy nodded.
“I’ll be right back.”
