I’m ready to grovel if need be. “I need two hours. It’s life and death. And then I’ll turn myself in for questioning.”
“Doesn’t work like that. I don’t get credit for your arrest if you turn yourself in.”
“Please. My wife has been taken. She’s in grave danger.”
“Sounds like a police matter to me.”
He knows I’d never do that. “I can’t come to the police. That’s not how these things work.”
“Aye. I know exactly how people from your world operate. Illegally. Always.”
“They’ll kill her if I don’t meet their demands.”
He shrugs. “Not my problem if it’s not reported to the authorities.”
“They’ll kill her if the police become involved.”
“Again, not my problem.”
“Bleu is pregnant with twins. If you can’t have mercy for me, can you at least have it for the two innocent lives she carries?”
“I’m afraid that’s just two more cockroaches for me to squash in the coming years.”
Buchanan is supposedly one of the good guys but he’s as evil as any Order member.
I’m desperate. To hell with the consequences of my actions. None of it matters if I don’t get to Bleu in time.
I reach for my gun.
My father puts his hand on my arm. “It will be the hardest thing you ever do but go with him, Sinclair. Rodrick will be there within the hour to clear up this mess. I’ll take care of our problem in the meantime.”
I don’t want my dad to take care of my mistake. It’s mine to fix.
I’m not ready to budge and he sees this. “You don’t need your wife coming home to an incarcerated husband because he made an irrational decision.”
Again, my father is right. I’m no good to Bleu if I’m in prison.
“All right, Buchanan. I’m getting out of the car.”
“Slowly. Hands on top of your head.”
“Aye. You’ve already said that.”
“Just want to be clear.”
I do just as the bastard says. It’s the hardest damn thing I’ve ever done, second only to watching Bleu walk out of my life.
I’m immediately swarmed by his mob of lawmen, shoved face down onto the ground, my gun taken from its holster. “I voluntarily surrendered Buchanan. Is this really necessary?”
I can’t see him because my face is forced into the dirt but I hear him and know he’s standing over me. “You’re under arrest for the murder of Malcolm Irvine. You do not have to say anything. However, it may harm your defense if you do not mention, when questioned, something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence. But you know these things already, Mr. Solicitor. Congratulations on that, by the way. The world has been in need of another dirty lawyer.”
“Just as they’re in need of another dirty police officer.”
My hands are cuffed behind my back and I’m yanked to my feet. “You can pretend to be the good guy all you like, but we both know what hides behind that badge.”
My two men driving the truck are handcuffed and placed in the back of a squad car. Of course, they’re keeping the three of us separate.
I inwardly growl as I watch the officers swarm the truck. They have no idea how much they’re fucking up my trade for Bleu’s life. I’m not sure The Order will agree to any kind of exchange without the explosives.
My beloved is a captive. I’m in custody. I’m at the mercy of my father and The Order. I fucking hate it. And there’s nothing I can do about it.
To be continued …