7 Degrees of Alpha (a collection of seven new BWWM, Alpha Male Romances) by et al Phoenix Daniels Sara Allen Page A
Authors: et al Phoenix Daniels Sara Allen
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bouncer work together. We have an unconfirmed lift of prints from Blake on the purse. It's being verified, because Blake doesn't have an adult record, and as far as we know, the only documented police fingerprints are juvenille records,” Paterson informed them.
“Blake was Val’s ex. They were living together until a month ago,” Jones supplied, “Any chance of getting hold of some CCTV footage?”
“Showing which areas?” Paterson asked.
“Are you talking about that night she was shoved around?” Doug stammered.
“I don’t know anything for sure,” Jones shot back, “Putney, the apartment complex where I live, and the street cams from around the Tate.”
“And why from around your apartment?” Paterson queried.
“Because that bastard held her up outside my apartment building a few weeks ago!”
“Interesting…” said Paterson, slowly.
“Get on with it, for fuck’s sake!” Jones barked.
“You’ll have to go upstairs to the CCTV monitoring room for that. We only deal with death down here. Sorry,” Paterson smiled at him, sarcastically.
****
05:20 a.m. November 18, 2004
Jones and Doug had signed out their guns. This situation was so dangerous that they had gone on high alert. For Jones and Doug to be carrying weapons, it was obvious that the situation had turned dire.
They had gone to the CCTV monitoring room after visiting Paterson and had seen the footage from outside the Tate and from the CCTV cameras on the streets around his apartment. The footage from the footpaths around the Tate, showed Val had been drugged and dragged to a waiting SUV. The picture unclear, but they had enough evidence to get a plate number. The car was registered to a Miles Stewart, who lived, ironically, also in Putney.
When Jones had seen the lifeless way that Val had been laying in Damon’s arms, his heart almost jumped out of his chest. He wasn’t sure if it was Damon because he’d never seen him properly that night, but Jones knew it was him.
He vowed there and then that he would make that fool pay. No one handled his woman like that. She wasn’t a sack of vegetables, for crying out loud, and the violent way he had thrown her across the back seat of the car, spoke of his assumed possessiveness over her. He would cut that shit out, today!
They were currently on their way to Stewart’s apartment. There were four cars following them, each bearing four armed officers. More were on their way. Helicopter support was on its way as well as other ground support. These murderous bastards were dangerous, and Paterson had just got back to them, confirming that the prints on Val’s purse were indeed from Damon Blake.
Stewart and Blake were more than dangerous; they were sadistic killers, considering the recent murder of Clyde Stevens and the woman from yesterday afternoon. The police now also had a lead on the four bodies from five months ago, which had similarities to the body found last month. The evidence from that case would be re-examined in light of recent events.
They pulled up around the corner from where Stewart’s apartment was, stepped out of the car, and formed a loose group around DCI Mackenzie who started giving orders. “Jones, no hero tactics, please. Doug, keep an eye on him.” He cast an unsmiling eye at Doug in warning, to which Doug nodded once.
“Now these guys are dangerous and ruthless. They will not hesitate to use force, so be aware of what's going on around you. There is a woman possibly being held hostage here, so remember, they can kill her just to keep themselves safe, so be careful. The last thing we want is any more dead bodies turning up. I don’t intend to inform any more families of loved ones taken before their time! Got that? Now, go!” The DCI strapped on a bulletproof vest, as he looked at his squad, turning a cold eye on Jones specifically, in warning.
Jones and Doug were instructed to stay outside, which caused Jones to grind his teeth almost out of his
“Blake was Val’s ex. They were living together until a month ago,” Jones supplied, “Any chance of getting hold of some CCTV footage?”
“Showing which areas?” Paterson asked.
“Are you talking about that night she was shoved around?” Doug stammered.
“I don’t know anything for sure,” Jones shot back, “Putney, the apartment complex where I live, and the street cams from around the Tate.”
“And why from around your apartment?” Paterson queried.
“Because that bastard held her up outside my apartment building a few weeks ago!”
“Interesting…” said Paterson, slowly.
“Get on with it, for fuck’s sake!” Jones barked.
“You’ll have to go upstairs to the CCTV monitoring room for that. We only deal with death down here. Sorry,” Paterson smiled at him, sarcastically.
****
05:20 a.m. November 18, 2004
Jones and Doug had signed out their guns. This situation was so dangerous that they had gone on high alert. For Jones and Doug to be carrying weapons, it was obvious that the situation had turned dire.
They had gone to the CCTV monitoring room after visiting Paterson and had seen the footage from outside the Tate and from the CCTV cameras on the streets around his apartment. The footage from the footpaths around the Tate, showed Val had been drugged and dragged to a waiting SUV. The picture unclear, but they had enough evidence to get a plate number. The car was registered to a Miles Stewart, who lived, ironically, also in Putney.
When Jones had seen the lifeless way that Val had been laying in Damon’s arms, his heart almost jumped out of his chest. He wasn’t sure if it was Damon because he’d never seen him properly that night, but Jones knew it was him.
He vowed there and then that he would make that fool pay. No one handled his woman like that. She wasn’t a sack of vegetables, for crying out loud, and the violent way he had thrown her across the back seat of the car, spoke of his assumed possessiveness over her. He would cut that shit out, today!
They were currently on their way to Stewart’s apartment. There were four cars following them, each bearing four armed officers. More were on their way. Helicopter support was on its way as well as other ground support. These murderous bastards were dangerous, and Paterson had just got back to them, confirming that the prints on Val’s purse were indeed from Damon Blake.
Stewart and Blake were more than dangerous; they were sadistic killers, considering the recent murder of Clyde Stevens and the woman from yesterday afternoon. The police now also had a lead on the four bodies from five months ago, which had similarities to the body found last month. The evidence from that case would be re-examined in light of recent events.
They pulled up around the corner from where Stewart’s apartment was, stepped out of the car, and formed a loose group around DCI Mackenzie who started giving orders. “Jones, no hero tactics, please. Doug, keep an eye on him.” He cast an unsmiling eye at Doug in warning, to which Doug nodded once.
“Now these guys are dangerous and ruthless. They will not hesitate to use force, so be aware of what's going on around you. There is a woman possibly being held hostage here, so remember, they can kill her just to keep themselves safe, so be careful. The last thing we want is any more dead bodies turning up. I don’t intend to inform any more families of loved ones taken before their time! Got that? Now, go!” The DCI strapped on a bulletproof vest, as he looked at his squad, turning a cold eye on Jones specifically, in warning.
Jones and Doug were instructed to stay outside, which caused Jones to grind his teeth almost out of his
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