Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 185811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 185811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Lawson nodded.
“Right. Let’s just get this done,” Mo said, moving into the living room.
He was shocked as shit when they settled in, the Nightingale brothers (Lee and Hank), the Chavez brothers (Eddie and Hector), Tex, Vance, Luke and Ren all stood at his back.
Guess his approval rating went up.
In that moment, he couldn’t care less. He needed to focus on getting this done so he could get back to his girl.
He leveled his eyes to Lawson and Lucas who sat next to each other at the dining room table after Mo sat in the chair at the head, where Lottie had been.
Lawson had dealt with it (for now) and had his game face on.
And Lawson started it, taking point as bad cop, though Mo suspected Lucas might not take the role of good.
“Axl reports he locked this guy down because you called him in the crowd.”
Axl would not report that.
Fuck, this wasn’t going to go easy.
But it couldn’t.
If they appeared to be sweeping shit under the rug, this whackjob could walk.
“I didn’t get a good vibe from him, but he wasn’t notable, which is why I didn’t clock him at King Soopers where I saw him first,” Mo somewhat confirmed. “But I made the call and Axl said he was on him. I don’t know anything about locking him down and that wasn’t our remit, so I can’t confirm if he locked him down. But I’d be surprised Axl would do that unless the man gave Axl a reason to lock him down.”
“The suspect reports, when he was approached, he tried to leave and wasn’t allowed. Were you a witness to that?” Lucas asked.
“I was on Lottie in the dressing room. So no.”
“You just tagged him as a person of interest and then you took care of Lottie,” Lawson said.
Mo nodded.
“You need to make a statement on the record of that and the King Soopers sighting,” Lucas remarked. “You sure it was him at the store?”
“A hundred percent, honestly, no. But gut, the second I saw him in the club, I’d bet all I had on the fact it was him checkin’ out cucumbers.”
Lawson and Lucas looked at each other.
“Receipt,” Lawson muttered.
“Noted,” Lucas muttered back.
That meant they’d search through the guy’s stuff and try to find a receipt to place him at the store, verifying Mo’s statement so Mo didn’t have to be a hundred percent on placing him there.
And Mo hoped that guy bought something and kept the receipt.
“I’ll go on the record about it,” Mo added. “When I clocked him at the club, he wasn’t watching Lottie. He had eyes on me.”
“He threatened your life in the last letter,” Lucas noted.
Mo felt the men behind him shift and wondered if they knew that part.
“Yup.”
“And you didn’t want the police called in?”
“Smithie’s call. Letters addressed to him.”
Neither Lucas nor Lawson looked happy about that.
“But you were directly threatened,” Lawson reminded him.
“I look like a guy who can’t take care of myself?” Mo asked.
“No,” Lawson replied. “The man states his wallet was forcibly taken from him in Smithie’s office and he was detained against his will.”
Well, hell.
No, this wasn’t gonna go easy.
“I was on Lottie,” he reiterated.
“You don’t know about that?” Lucas asked, watching him closely.
He did.
“I was on Lottie.”
“You don’t know about that,” Lucas repeated, not in question form this time, but it was still a question.
“Asked and answered,” Lee declared. “Move on, Slim.”
“Lee, let them do their jobs,” Hank said quietly.
Hank, also a cop, knew the game and he knew it had to be played.
Lee just wanted them out of the house so it could quiet down for Lottie.
There was a knock on the door.
Seemed things weren’t going to quiet down for Lottie.
Fuck.
“On it,” Hector said, and he moved.
“I’m sorry, but it wasn’t actually answered, Lee,” Lawson pointed out.
“Tagged the guy. Waited until the lights went down seein’ as I figured he knew me, and that I might know about him, I didn’t want to tweak him by talking into my radio,” Mo put in and Lawson and Lucas’s attention came back to him. “The lights went down after Lottie’s set. I informed the team. Axl stated he was on him. I got Lottie to the dressing room, she locked herself in. I called it into Hawk. I told him the level of my certainty this was our guy, which was high. Hawk made the call.”
“And that call was?” Lawson asked.
“I told you that call, Mitch,” Hawk said, striding toward them in front of Hector. “Now, Mo doesn’t need an attorney, but I’m fuckin’ gonna get him one just to fuck your day up if this shit goes on longer.”
Hawk knew the game.
It just got under his skin when his men were forced to play it.
“Smithie, nor you, nor any member of your team, nor any employee of the club can detain a man, Hawk,” Lawson retorted.