forgotten all about him standing there.
“That's enough of that. Let's go Hawke. Right now.”
Deacon pulled away from her, winked before they walked out the door together. Vera watched them go, not quite sure if there was something she was supposed to say or do. Yeah, this was definitely turning into a very interesting morning.
Chapter EIGHT
Deacon wasn't a stranger to the Center City Police Station. He sat relaxed in the conference room that Chief Will had commandeered. “Now, let's go over Tuesday night again.”
“Told you, hung out with my boys at the warehouse. Watched some shitty action movie, not sure what the name was. Had a few beers and then headed home, well below the legal limit to ride, and went to sleep. My sister heard me come home.”
“I'll check that with her. I need a list of everyone who was at the warehouse, Deacon.” The chief slid a notebook across the table. “And I need to know what problem you had with Grant Caldwell.”
“I got no problem in particular with Grant. He's a drunk and has never met a drug he doesn't like, and I don't like people who go around fucked up all the time.”
“Thing is, Grant was really insistent to Delores that if anything ever happened to him it would be because of The Vikings. Why would he be so scared of your little gang, Deacon?”
“We're not a gang, we're just a group of guys who like bikes and were looking for a brotherhood. Come on, Chief Will, do gangbangers organize Bingo night at the senior center and supply the door prizes? Your grandmother won big last time.” Unlike her grandson, Estelle Brothers was a real pleasure to be around.
“Don't talk about my grandmother and don't call me Chief Will again.” Will slammed his fist down on the desk. He was barking up the wrong tree if he thought that was going to work on Deacon.
There was a certain satisfaction to pissing Will off, always had been. He'd never liked him, always thought he was too full of himself and that just multiplied when he went away to the academy and came back to Center City. Nothing like good old-fashioned nepotism. Will's father, the former chief, had been much more inclined to look the other way when it came to The Vikings.
“Everyone was there on Tuesday night, Chief, just come on down and ask them. Now, unless you're going to read me my rights I've got work to do.”
“I'm watching you, Hawke, you and The Vikings.” The chief rose to his feet, pulled himself up to his full height. “This town doesn't need you.”
“Alright then, as always it was great talking to you. Can't wait to do it again.” Deacon rose to his feet; he towered over the other man by at least four inches. “You take it easy now.”
“Stay away from Vera. She's too damn good for you, Hawke, and you know it.”
“I don't know any such thing, Will.” Deacon realized that some of the anger in the man's eyes back at New to You hadn't been about whatever Will thought that Deacon had done to Graham, it was about what Will thought Deacon was doing to Vera. “She's a grown woman, knows her own mind. Way I see it she can keep time with whoever she chooses.”
“Stay away from Vera,” Will repeated the words as if that were going to make an ounce of difference. Deacon didn't justify the declaration with a response; instead he just left.
<#<#>#>#>#
Deacon walked into the warehouse and looked around. Things were quiet, too quiet for a Friday afternoon. “Anyone here?” He knew that at least Master and Double were
“That's enough of that. Let's go Hawke. Right now.”
Deacon pulled away from her, winked before they walked out the door together. Vera watched them go, not quite sure if there was something she was supposed to say or do. Yeah, this was definitely turning into a very interesting morning.
Chapter EIGHT
Deacon wasn't a stranger to the Center City Police Station. He sat relaxed in the conference room that Chief Will had commandeered. “Now, let's go over Tuesday night again.”
“Told you, hung out with my boys at the warehouse. Watched some shitty action movie, not sure what the name was. Had a few beers and then headed home, well below the legal limit to ride, and went to sleep. My sister heard me come home.”
“I'll check that with her. I need a list of everyone who was at the warehouse, Deacon.” The chief slid a notebook across the table. “And I need to know what problem you had with Grant Caldwell.”
“I got no problem in particular with Grant. He's a drunk and has never met a drug he doesn't like, and I don't like people who go around fucked up all the time.”
“Thing is, Grant was really insistent to Delores that if anything ever happened to him it would be because of The Vikings. Why would he be so scared of your little gang, Deacon?”
“We're not a gang, we're just a group of guys who like bikes and were looking for a brotherhood. Come on, Chief Will, do gangbangers organize Bingo night at the senior center and supply the door prizes? Your grandmother won big last time.” Unlike her grandson, Estelle Brothers was a real pleasure to be around.
“Don't talk about my grandmother and don't call me Chief Will again.” Will slammed his fist down on the desk. He was barking up the wrong tree if he thought that was going to work on Deacon.
There was a certain satisfaction to pissing Will off, always had been. He'd never liked him, always thought he was too full of himself and that just multiplied when he went away to the academy and came back to Center City. Nothing like good old-fashioned nepotism. Will's father, the former chief, had been much more inclined to look the other way when it came to The Vikings.
“Everyone was there on Tuesday night, Chief, just come on down and ask them. Now, unless you're going to read me my rights I've got work to do.”
“I'm watching you, Hawke, you and The Vikings.” The chief rose to his feet, pulled himself up to his full height. “This town doesn't need you.”
“Alright then, as always it was great talking to you. Can't wait to do it again.” Deacon rose to his feet; he towered over the other man by at least four inches. “You take it easy now.”
“Stay away from Vera. She's too damn good for you, Hawke, and you know it.”
“I don't know any such thing, Will.” Deacon realized that some of the anger in the man's eyes back at New to You hadn't been about whatever Will thought that Deacon had done to Graham, it was about what Will thought Deacon was doing to Vera. “She's a grown woman, knows her own mind. Way I see it she can keep time with whoever she chooses.”
“Stay away from Vera,” Will repeated the words as if that were going to make an ounce of difference. Deacon didn't justify the declaration with a response; instead he just left.
<#<#>#>#>#
Deacon walked into the warehouse and looked around. Things were quiet, too quiet for a Friday afternoon. “Anyone here?” He knew that at least Master and Double were
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