Walker (Bowen Boys, #1)(32)

Plans that she didn’t know fully what they were yet. She’d told him that she and her partner were going into what the vice president was using as a meeting house. They had been there to get them all together and take them down when Melvin was killed. The man had taken a bullet meant for her and she’d been captured and beaten pretty badly. She had escaped only because they hadn’t expected her to have a second gun. That was why she’d been at home the day the Ingrams had kidnapped her. She believed they were to kill her, but had wanted to have fun first.

His phone went off on the counter and he wanted to ignore it. But he was on call and needed to go when needed. Picking it up, he saw that it was indeed the hospital and he told them he’d be right there. “I have to go. Will you be…” He laughed. “Of course you will be fine. But when I get back, I expect you to be naked and in the bed. I want to bury myself deep inside of you several times before morning.”

“Okay.” Her grin made him laugh again. With a quick kiss on her nose, he grabbed up her keys and left. He thought more and more about it being the right time to open his own practice and staying at home more. Of course, he’d probably not get a damned thing done with her there next to him all the time, but it would be worth it.

He frowned when he thought of Khan. He missed his brother something horrible. He wanted to make this right between them, have his brother see that Caitlynne wasn’t anything like Roseann had been, but he couldn’t do that with his brother avoiding him all the time.

He decided to talk to his mom. She’d know what to do and she’d make Khan meet with him. Not really the way he wanted to get things going, but he had to do something. Khan and he used to be so very close until Caitlynne. And he wasn’t giving her up.





Chapter Eleven


Jerry threw the book across the cell and looked around for something else to throw. The mother f*cking bastard had taken the easy way out and he wished he had Garrett here right now so that he could throw him against the wall as well. Jerry turned when someone started clapping their hands slowly.

“You need more things to toss? I can have it arranged so that you can have some plastic cups brought to you.” Russo was looking at the mess as he spoke again. “You can’t have any glass, however. I don’t want you taking the coward’s way out like your partner did.”

Jerry stiffened. He hadn’t been made aware that Russo knew about him and Garrett, and he stretched his neck to try and buy himself time before answering. It would be just like the man to fish for something he had no idea about. “Partner? What partner? I’m just pissed about being held here when you have no grounds for it. I demand that you let me out of this hell hole so that I can resume my duties.” Russo was shaking his head before he finished. “You have nothing on me but what that little cunt gave you before she died.”

“McCray isn’t dead.”

That startled him. Last he heard from Garrett was that he was sure she was dead, that the house that had gone up had had her in it. “Good. A girl like her would be a great asset if we needed her for anything in the future.”

Russo only laughed.

“You don’t believe I had anything to do with her house going up, do you?”

Russo leaned back against the wall. Jerry didn’t like the knowing look on his face any more than he did the man himself. He tried to think what had made him look like he’d just won the lotto when he spoke again.

“I didn’t tell you her house blew up. Nor do you have any way of hearing about it on the news, and there aren’t any newspapers given to you. As far as I know, you have no cell phone, and computer time is limited as well as monitored. So I can only surmise that you have something you shouldn’t.” He nodded to his left and suddenly five armed men were there. “These nice gentlemen are going to toss your cell. And you personally if they don’t find anything in here. I certainly hope for your sake they don’t.”

As he walked away the men opened the cell door and one of them ordered him to strip. He nearly refused, but noticed that the man had his fingers on the trigger and Jerry started to undo his tie. He was going to make them all pay for this. Just as soon as he was out of here.

He was led, naked, to another cell. There was nothing in the room but a cot with a thin mattress on it and a blue blanket, as well as a commode that hung on the wall. He looked around and then at the man who still held the gun to his head.

“I can’t stay here. This is a prison cell.” The man indicated that he sit on the bed, which he did. “I demand that you take me back to my original cell this minute. You aren’t going to find anything in there that you didn’t—”

“Found his stash.”

Jerry looked up at one of the other men who had a large box in his hand. “An iPad, cell phone, and a laptop. There are also a few things that look like they might be video recordings. I’ll put them with the other things.”

As the gunman backed out of the cell Jerry realized this was his new digs. He reached over and pulled the blanket, a wool one that had seen better days, to cover his body. He was going to kill that McCray girl as soon as he killed off Russo.

Jerry knew that at that moment his chances of getting out of this cell, or any cell for that matter, were getting pretty slim. He didn’t doubt that when they saw the videos they were going to know where he’d gotten them, and that little pisser Nestor was going to be in the cell next to him. He’d been bringing him the information as well as the equipment needed to see beyond the four walls since he’d been put in the other cell so long ago.