Anarchy Found (SuperAlpha, #1)(62)

“Crony—I don’t even know those people! I just met them. I didn’t get this job based on my secret connections with Blue Corp.”

“Well,” Chief says, laughing to himself as he takes a seat behind his desk, “you’re mistaken. They know all about you.”

My heart skips a beat. What the f*ck does that mean?

“Now get out of here. And you better make old man Montgomery happy when you get up there or he’ll cut you loose and you can go on back to your depressing life as the only surviving member of the Masters family. Motorcycle tricks.” Chief laughs. “What a f*cking joke. No wonder they’re all dead. Bunch of loser—”

Before I even know what I’m doing, I’m on his desk grabbing his collar and pulling him over the top. He looks up at me with surprised eyes, but before he can get another word out or even yell for help, I’ve slapped him across the face.

“I can fight like a girl if you want, Chief. But I’m warning you, this girl fights dirty.” I push him back and then step away. “I told you not to talk to me that way. And if you do it again, I’ll show you just what those bunch of losers taught me to do all growing up.” I glare at him as he straightens his shirt, which came untucked during the scuffle. “And as far as Blue Corp goes, the first three deaths were declared suicides by the coroner yesterday, and I’m expecting the fourth to be as well. If Alastair Montgomery wants to file a report, he can put his nasty ass in a car and come down here to do it himself.”

I fold my arms across my chest and wait for his bellow, but he’s eerily calm.

“You’re gonna regret that.”

“So fire me,” I challenge him back.

But he stays silent. So I take that as my cue to leave. I walk towards the door and just when I reach for the handle, Chief says, “You don’t want to f*ck with the Blue Boar.”

Blue Boar. They call these corporate guys swine around here. A rip-off of the word pig used for dirty cops. I guess Montgomery’s blue blood goes with the nickname. “Well, whenever that Blue Boar is ready, he knows where to find me. I don’t need to be told how to investigate and if you think I’m going to let you push me around, just be warned, I push back. I’ve been documenting your insults and I will sue this department like a motherf*cker if you make things difficult for me.”

I pull the door open, walk out, and slam it closed behind me.

The whole precinct turns to look at me, and then I spy Lincoln leaning up against the wall near the exit. He starts walking towards me looking like he’s as eager to get out of here as I am.

“Everything OK?” he asks.

“Yeah, sure,” I say, taking a moment to straighten my shirt. “Nothing I can’t handle. But I’m real busy, Lincoln. Lots of stuff going on today.”

“Meet me for dinner?” he asks.

“I can do that. Where at?”

“I gotta be in town tonight, so how about I pick you up at eight?”

“Sounds perfect,” I say, grabbing him by the shoulders and standing on my toes to give him a kiss. We walk towards the door, but he stops. “I’m gonna take a piss real fast.” He leans in to kiss me again and then turns, saying, “See you at eight.”

I walk off towards my desk, looking over my shoulder to wave as Lincoln watches me go.

Funny how quickly life changes.





Chapter Thirty-Nine - Lincoln




Molly walks away before I slip down the hallway and walk quickly to the chief’s office.

I don’t knock.

“What the f*ck—”

“I’m gonna need you to shut up, sit your ass down, and have a very short one-way conversation with me.”

“Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Not Batman,” I answer in the voice I usually reserve for murdering. “I’m told we have a lot in common, but he’s way too nice.”

“Get the f*ck out of my office before I lock your ass up and throw you away for life.”

I grab him by the throat and push him against the wall, making all the picture frames of his tired-looking wife and his six kids sway like they’re about to crash to the floor. “I’m afraid you’re mistaking Detective Molly Masters for the whores you pick up in front of Cathedral Seven in the Merchant District.”

“What?” he gasps though the tight choke I have on his throat. But I see the recognition there.

“Your dirty department might have a hold on most of this city, but I own the Merchant District. I’ve seen you. I have you on so many security cameras, I could’ve taken you down a hundred times over. But I didn’t. Because I need a dumbshit like you in control for now.”

“What—” he gasps again. This time his hands come up and try to pry my fingers from his windpipe.

“In fifteen seconds you’re going to lose consciousness. And If I were you, I’d stop struggling so we can get this over with in one take, understand?”

He lowers his hands and nods, so I ease up enough to let him draw in one tiny breath. “You’re not in charge here anymore, I am. And you’re never gonna talk to Molly Masters like that again. In fact, if I hear you call one woman ‘sweetheart’ or ‘honey’ who is not that saint of a woman hanging on your wall above your head, then I’m gonna come back for you. I’m gonna parade your lewd acts on every TV in this city, and I’m going to ruin your life.”