Duncan (The Protectors #3)(8)
“What is he doing in here?” Detective Ferguson demanded, sounding funny with what looked like two Kotex stuck up his nose. “Get him out of here, now. I’m pressing assault charges.”
“Then you better bring an army, because I’m not budging from this room.” Duncan stood, rolling his shoulders.
Armed officers rushed into the room with guns drawn. Pam also stood, taking in the situation. “If you release him and drop all charges, I will tell you everything you want to know.” Pam took a step toward Duncan.
“Get back.” Duncan nudged her away, his eyes daring anyone to make a move while she was in the way.
“Shut up, Roark,” Pam growled as she walked forward again.
“You’re crazy,” Detective Ferguson sneered. “I’m not dropping charges on this maniac. He attacked me.”
“No, he punched you in the face.” Pam shook her head. “If he would have attacked you, you’d be dead.”
“Get him the hell out of here.” The detective stepped out of the way so the officers could do their jobs. “I don’t care how you do it, but get him behind bars now.”
Pam walked forward, her hands outstretched. “You do, and I will go to my grave without speaking a word about what I know, and what I know is something that no one else does.”
Detective Ferguson’s eyes brightened. With his run for mayor, something like this could boost his votes. He wanted the son of a bitch that killed Sheriff Bowman behind bars, but anything extra could seal the deal on him becoming mayor. “We can make you talk.”
Pam frowned, shaking her head. “For almost a year I was tortured by the man you’re looking for. You can make me do nothing.”
The officers dropped their guns slightly at her words, looking at the man calling the shots. “Take him out and drop all charges,” he told the officer that brought them on.
“I want to see it in writing.” Pam didn’t back down. “And I want him out of here, but not until I see that you have dropped all charges.”
“Now wait a minute.” Duncan was stuck between being a proud son of a bitch, watching her call the shots, but annoyed as hell that she was calling his shots. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Then I say nothing,” she tossed over her shoulder at him. “And what I have to say, the Warriors also need to hear. So, it’s my way or no way.”
“How do I know this isn’t just a ploy for me to drop charges?” Detective Ferguson eyed her suspiciously.
Duncan watched as Pam’s back went stiff before she glanced over her shoulder at him, an apology in her eyes. Slowly, her eyes lowered as she looked away and faced front, pulling the large jacket off with shaking arms. She held the jacket with one hand, her head down toward the floor. He watched her take a deep breath before lifting her head to a proud angle.
Detective Ferguson looked down at her stomach then back to her face. “What does your being pregnant have to do with anything?”
Frowning, because from the back she looked as she always had, Duncan took a step to the side, and sure enough, her stomach was rounded. He lifted his gaze to her face, watching as she lifted her hand. Duncan couldn’t see what she was doing, but when she dropped her hand, every officer in the room gasped and stepped back, as well as Detective Ferguson.
Duncan grabbed and turned her to face him, her eyes downcast. Slowly, her gaze again came up to meet his. “I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you.” A single blood tear slipped from her one golden eye.
Chapter 4
“Tell me again.” Sid walked next to Jared as they followed Damon and Sloan into the police station. “Because I don’t believe that Duncan ‘Do Everything By The Book’ Roark punched a detective. I mean, I seriously think I have a man crush going on here.”
“Will you shut the f*ck up, Sid?” Sloan growled, stopping at the front window and slamming his hand down hard on the counter. “Where in the hell is the officer in charge?” His growl sent the clerk running for whomever she could find.
“You know, if you guys don’t start treating me right, I’m putting in for a transfer.” Sid leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “I really feel harassed with all the ‘shut the f*ck up, Sid’ comments. I mean, where’s the brotherly love stuff we’re supposed to have for each other, because I sure as hell ain’t feeling it.”
“Does he ever shut the f*ck up?” Sloan asked Damon and Jared, his legendary temper bubbling just below the surface.
“Nope,” Jared answered, not even looking at Sid, whom he knew was grinning like an idiot.
The clerk rushed back, breathing hard. “I’m sorry, I can’t find him anywhere. Can I help you with something?”
Sloan sighed in aggravation. “One of my Warriors was arrested…”
“Yes, but the charges have been dropped on Duncan Roark.” She hurriedly informed them.
“Dropped?” Sloan frowned.
“Yes, Detective Ferguson dropped all charges,” she replied, looking a little more at ease.
“Then where is Duncan Roark?” Sloan demanded.
“I swear I’m seeing more of you Warriors today than I have in the whole time we’ve been working with you.” Officer Rosen walked up behind the clerk buzzing them in. “How you doing, Sloan?”