Page 92 of Swerve (Boosted Hearts 1)

I stood there, not sure what to do as Jude called it in.

That’s when a tingle started up at the back of my neck. Shit.

I turned around.

Neco was standing a few feet behind me. My breath caught in my throat. He didn’t move, just stared at me. Well, I assumed he was staring at me; his face was mostly in shadow. His arms were down at his sides, fingers curled in tight fists, chest rising and falling rapidly. A car turned onto the street.

“That’ll be Hunter,” Van said as the SUV pulled up. Van climbed in with Harry and they drove off.

Zeke dragged the guy on the ground to his feet and glanced at Jude. “We’ll wait for the cops.”

Jude tilted his head to me. “They’ll wanna talk to you.”

“Yes. Of course.”

Neco stepped forward, so I could finally see his eyes. I expected to see rage. What I saw instead terrified me. His eyes were blank, emotionless.

He looked right though me and answered Jude. “I’ll take her to the station in the morning. She can make her statement then.”

Jude dipped his chin. “I’ll sort it with Connor.”

Neco jerked his chin up by way of reply then looked at me. “Let’s go.”

Fuck.

I shoved my hands in my pockets and followed him down the street to his SUV. He opened the passenger door for me and I climbed up. Then he got in behind the wheel, started it up, and we headed out.

“Neco . . .”

“You’ve been investigating this case behind my back.”

Not a question, but I answered anyway. “Yes.”

“You promised me you’d leave this to me.” His voice was low, scarily calm.

“I couldn’t.”

His fingers flexed around the steering wheel. “How did you know to come here, Ruby?”

“I found a note on Scott’s body. It had a date, time, and the name of the hotel. The rest came from one of Harry’s contacts.”

“And what did you discover about Edwards?”

“How long have you known about Edwards?” I asked instead of answering.

His head shot around to me, eyes boring into me, then he turned back, muscle in his jaw jumping. “Tomas came through tonight. Now answer the fucking question,” he gritted out.

The truth was out; there was no reason to keep anything from him now. “That he owns the hotel the meeting was being held at, and since Scott had the details about tonight on him, we assumed this meeting had something to do with the website I was being streamed to. He also has a . . . an . . . um . . .”

“A what?” he barked out.

“That he has a thing for brunettes, that he’s had complaints filed against him, but nothing’s stuck.”

“That everything?”

“Yes.”

His breathing was rough and I could see he was barely keeping it together. “You could have been hurt tonight . . . worse. Fuck,” he roared, hands slamming down on the steering wheel.