Dark Justice (Croft Family Mob Series Book 1) by Morgan Kelley Page A

Dimitri was not one to screw with when it came to the Crofts.
    Damn!
    It made him think about the Kat situation.
    “You work the victims, and I’ll handle this, okay?” he offered, holding up the man’s file.
    “Sure thing!”
    They got down to work, but the entire time, Curtis was thinking about his girlfriend, and the mess between them.
    He hoped Dimitri stopped in.
     
    If he did, he was coming clean.
     
     
     
     
     
                * * *   G r e y s o n   C r o f t   * * *
     
     
     
     
    LVPD
     
     
     
    Emma strolled in, thinking nothing of it.
    She knew they weren’t going to be happy she was there, but she didn’t care. What were they going to do? Shoot her?
    Yeah, they couldn’t.
    Right?
    As she strolled in, the desk sergeant stopped her. Apparently, Chris had new rules, and she had to check in before seeing him.
    Okay, she’d play this game.
    “Name and business?”
    “Tony, you know who I’m here to see. Knock it off. I came in here every day, so don’t pretend you don’t know me.”
    He stared at her.
    “What are you here for? State your business.”
    Fine.
    She’d let him be an ass.
    “I’m here to see Captain Christopher Ford. You know, the big guy with the bum arm and all the medals on that barrel of a chest of his.”
    “I’ll call him.”
    Emma stood there staring at him.
    Really?
    She had to make an appointment to see the man she considered her brother?
    This was insanity.
    Family didn’t need to jump through hoops. He didn’t need to call before coming to their place, so why did she have to call before showing up there?
    “Captain Ford, Mrs. Turncoat Croft is here to see you. Are you available?”
    There were snickers all around.
    Emma was getting pissed.
    The men who were riding her ass were the same ones who had shaken her hand when they took down Kenneth James and Dominic Marianna.
    Douchebags.
    “I’ll tell her.”
    Emma waited until he hung up. “New policy?” she asked.
    “Yeah, we’re keeping the criminal element out. You know…since the place got shot up, the captain was nearly killed, and we learned who the real bad guys are...”
    She recalled.
    She’d been right there saving his damn life. In her nightmares, she still saw it. That day wouldn’t ever go away. It was the third worst in her life.
    The day her brother was killed in front of her.
    The day Greyson was abducted in Celestia.
    The day Chris nearly died.
    It was her shittastic trifecta.
    As for the ‘bad guy’ comment, she’d let it slide. This wasn’t the place to have a battle of wits with a cop. She’d bide her time.
    “You’re funny. If you’re done being a freaking comedian, I’ll go see Chris.”
    “He’s not available.”
    There was no way Chris turned her away.
    No freaking way.
    She stared at the man.
    “You should go.”
    When he picked up the phone and turned his back to update the board behind him, she opted just to walk in as if she owned the place.
    Surely, there had been some mistake.
    As she walked into the bullpen that she once called home, it was like a mass murderer had walked into the room instead.
    Everyone stopped.
    There was silence.
    “Well, hello to you too.”
    She didn’t expect a parade, but this was a little out of the realm of sanity and right into Crazytown.
    The first detective up was Heath Spencer.
    Of course it was.
    “Well, if it isn’t the wife of that murdering bastard, Greyson Croft. Slumming with the working stiffs and not the Russian hit man and killer?”
    She wasn’t getting into this fight.
    “What’s it like to be a quitter and sleeping every night with a criminal? Sex has to be interesting. Do you have to sleep with one eye open?”
    She stared at him.
    They could rag on her, but no one was talking smack about her husband.
    NO ONE.
    He’d sacrificed a lot for this shithole city, and no one was disparaging him.
    It was on.
    “Actually, I’m sure your sex life is far more amusing, Heath. You know…all those blow up dolls and