Page 33 of Protecting Salvation

Chapter10

A headache beganthe second Peyton was out of his sight and it had nothing to do with the damn tumour in his head. Fear and panic at the thought of her at the mercy of men and women who already disliked her and were negligent with her safety had him ready to burn the world to the ground.

McCain had stood rocking on his heels, hands in his pockets watching him, a smirk smeared across his smarmy face. Baiting him as if he wanted Hurricane to react, to get angry and lash out so he could haul his ass in too. It was that smug look which had allowed him to get a grasp on his anger and think.

Police were ripping her lovely home apart and he couldn’t look at it, but he had to be as present as they’d allow because he trusted these bastards about as far as he could throw them. “What evidence do you have against Dr Lawson?”

A condescending chuckle fell from the man and Hurricane gritted his teeth to stop the growl from falling past his lips.

“Come on now, son. This can’t be your first rodeo. You know I can’t tell you that.”

The man’s snide implication that Hurricane would have been in contact with the police before today was insulting and racist at its most basic level and didn’t shock him in the least. “I ain’t your fucking son”

“Watch how you speak to me, son. I’d hate for anything to happen to Ms Lawson.”

The threat almost made him lose it but he kept a tight rein on his temper and laughed off the threat he knew was all too real. He wouldn’t do anything that advanced this man’s agenda, no matter how badly he wanted to rearrange his ugly fucking face.

Turning away, he put some space between them before he pulled out his phone while still keeping his eyes on McCain. Why he hadn’t gone into the house to direct and manage the search was interesting and another thing he’d pick apart later. He placed a call and his phone was answered instantly.

“Hurricane, what’s up?”

“McCain just arrested Peyton for her cousin’s murder.”

Bás bit out a curse he couldn’t decipher. His heart was hammering in his chest and his vision chose now to play up as things began to blur and the pain intensified. Fuck, not now!

“Hurricane?”

“Yes, sorry.”

“I said I’ll have Aubrey Granger check in with Peyton and make sure she’s safe.”

His fear released its stranglehold on him at the words. Aubrey Granger was married to Will Granger, one of the men who’d financed Shadow. He worked for Fortis security and was some kind of genius on par with Watchdog. His wife was originally a detective, but was now Detective Chief Superintendent, although she was currently on maternity leave.

“Thank you. She needs a lawyer too.”

“Already on it. Gideon’s brother Damon is visiting, and as he’s already read in, I’ll ask him if he wouldn’t mind helping out.”

Relief made his knees weak and he had to lock them to stop the physical reaction because he sure as shit wouldn’t let McCain see how worried he had been. “Thank you.”

He paused thinking of the woman he cared about and everything that was going on with her and knew that he’d been wrong to take her choices away about the two of them. Because if she tried to do the same to him right now, he’d move heaven and hell and wake up the devil himself to remain by her side. “Hey, you know she’s innocent, right? She didn’t do this.”

“Don’t fucking insult me with that shit. Of course she didn’t do it. Lotus and Titan are two minutes out. Do you need me to stay on the line or have you got this shit handled? You spaced on me and I need to know where your head is at.”

Hurricane could react one of two ways. Take it as an insult and a sign his boss didn’t trust him or as someone he respected checking in with him. He chose the latter. “Head’s fucking killing, vision isn’t great, and I feel a little light-headed.”

“You got access to your meds?”

“Nah, they won’t let me in the house.”

“Okay, hang tight. Lotus should be pulling up any second, I made sure the team had access to your meds in case you need them, so she should have some on her.”

As Bás finished the sentence, he saw her car pull up behind McCain’s vehicle. “Lotus is here.”

“Good, now get your meds in you and get your ass over here so we can make a plan.”

“’Kay.”

He hung up as Lotus walked up to him, throwing a murderous look at McCain who followed her with his eyes all over her. Fucking prick was a disgrace to mankind.