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Then I hung up, ignoring the curse that came from Downy’s end of the line.

“Put them down!” Officer Meek, my ex’s lover, screamed.

Her weapon was pointed at Drew, though, not Raphael.

The other officer had his gun out, but not pointed anywhere.

He was obviously the smart one of the partnership.

“Drew, he says he’s with the FBI. Put it away,” I said softly.

“You first,” Drew said to Raphael.

“Same time,” Raphael challenged.

They nodded and both dropped the weapons at the exact same time, but neither one of them was letting their guard down.

“On the ground!” Officer Meek spat.

Raphael turned his glare to the woman.

“Lady,” he growled. “I’m getting on the ground over my dead body. I suggest you back the fuck off and stop pointing that gun with two children less than a foot away from me.”

“He’s with the FBI,” I said louder this time so Officer Meek, the whoring adulteress, could hear me.

She ignored me, walking forward so that she now had Raphael in her line of site.

“Show me your hands,” she ordered.

Then something happened, so quick that I couldn’t even assimilate the move before Officer Meek was down on the ground, her arm behind her back.

“That’s why you never come too close to a trained individual. You don’t want to give them the opportunity to get their hands on you,” Raphael chastised.

It would be inappropriate to laugh, correct?

I did anyway, though.

Discreetly.

I mean, the bitch deserved it.

“Excuse me,” the other officer that was now on the scene interrupted. “But there’s a man in here crying about his head being blown off. Do you think I should call that in?”

I blinked, surprised.

Firstly, because the man with his head blown off was still alive. Secondly, because the police officer was asking us if he should call it in.

“Of course you should call it in, dim wit,” I muttered under my breath. “Yes, I think that’s for the best,” I said more loudly.

The officer nodded.

“Got it,” he picked up the mic on his shoulder and called it in.

“What in the hell are they teaching at your police academy?” Raphael asked, letting Officer Meek, the cheater, go.

She ripped her arm back and stood hastily, backing up several paces.

She no longer had her gun, though.