Page 14 of Ruthless Ambition
“Need you to call the lawyers,” Clark said, and I could hear the slur in his words.
“What did the police say you did?” I asked as I stood, reaching for my jacket and throwing my tablet in my bag.
“Bitch changed the locks.”
Closing my eyes briefly, I fought the urge to snap at him. His wife changed the locks every off-season without fail because Clark was one of the aforementionedplayers. “Where are the kids?” I asked as I headed to the elevator.
“Her mom’s got ’em for the week.”
“Okay, you at the local PD?” I asked as I waited for the elevator.
“Yup, said I’mdisorderly.”
“Uh-huh. Okay, I’ll be there soon. I’m making the call now,” I assured him. “Don’t say anything, don’t admit to anything, and for the love of God, do not speak to Sasha.”
“I know, boss woman. I know.”
If he knew so well, why had I gone through this with him three times in two off-seasons? Heading to the car, I called the police station nearest Clark’s home. The fact that I had it on speed dial was not something to boast about.
“Hi, it’s Angel Balan. I represent Mr. Fitzpatrick, can you put me through to the arresting officer please?” As I was transferred, I shot out a quick text to Clark’s lawyer.
“This is Officer Baldwin.”
“Hey, it’s Angel,” I greeted him like the old friend he wasn’t.
“He’s busted,” he told me dryly.
“So stern, officer.”
“Angel, he threw the garden furniture through the conservatory windows, and the barbecue in the pool. He smashed his wife’s car with a baseball bat.”
“You have proof?”
“I took the baseball bat off of him myself.”
Shit. “So . . . no witness?”
I heard his sigh. “When will you be here?”
“Twenty minutes,” I answered promptly.
“And his lawyer?”
Reading the text that I had just received telling me his lawyer was in court, I bit back a groan. “Might be a little bit longer.”
“Fantastic, I’ll be waiting.”
When I hung up, I called Neil. “It’s me. Clark’s been escorted to the local police station. I’m thinking drunk and disorderly, with some property damage.”
“Again?” Neil asked me with exasperation.
“He’s reckless during the off-season.”
“He’s a liability; you need to cut him loose.”
We’d had this conversation many times, but Clark was an excellent football player. “I have it handled.”
“Angel, when it starts to affect Saints Sports Management, it’s time to realize he’s just not good business.”
