he knows that. I’ll be calling in these debts.”
He knew she would, but Faith wouldn’t want money. She’d never been on the take. Never had, never would be. In her business, knowledge was power. VJS and Ethan Barclay had plenty of knowledge to give her. Contacts that she could use.
He nodded.
“Then come this way because I wanted to keep my eyes on that bastard, too.”
***
“Clark.” Sophie had just thrown open the door to that holding room. The cop outside had let her march right in—he knew her well.
A handy contact.
Clark’s head jerked up at her voice. “Sophie, what are you doing here?”
“Sophie…” Daniel jumped to his feet. “Sophie, I’m sorry.”
What? She turned her furious stare on him. Daniel was dressed in garish orange, and the wanna-be beard that he was growing looked like shit. “Sorry? For trying to kill me? And Ethan? For killing his fiancée? For—”
“For hurting you,” Daniel said, his shoulders slumping. “You’re the only part I regret.”
This was insane. No, Daniel was insane.
“You’d been hurt enough,” he added.
Her chin shot up. “Clark, I need to talk with you outside. Right now.”
Clark was already closing in on her. “You can’t be in here. The cops should
never
have let you inside. This is private, against every code—”
“He killed a guard last night. Attacked his lawyer. And you know what? I bet Daniel doesn’t care that I’m here at all. Do you, Daniel?” Sophie challenged, raising her voice.
“You can be my lawyer, Soph,” Daniel shouted back. Two guards were shoving him back into his seat. “You can hear everything I’ve got to say about Ethan!”
No one would hear what he had to say.
She glanced at the uniformed cops holding him. One met her stare, the guy on the right—the one with dark brown hair and a hard hazel gaze. Their eyes met for a brief moment, a moment when she saw his rage—rage directed at the prisoner he held so tightly. Sophie nodded. That cop would do his job.
This is what happens when you kill one of their own. You piss them off. You stir a killing fury.
Clark pushed her from the room. One of the uniformed cops followed them out, but the one with the rage in his gaze—he stayed inside.
Good choice.
The door shut behind them with a clang. “What the hell, Sophie? What are you doing?”
“Protecting my client.”
“Barclay.” Disgust was in the name.
“Duvato is spouting lies to you. You can’t believe anything that man says. He’s a killer, nothing more.
Nothing more.
”
Chapter Seven
Lex didn’t make it to the observation room. When he rounded the corner heading toward that room, he saw the ADA and Sophie locked in a heated conversation. They were in the middle of the hallway and—
“Barclay is a killer, too!” Clark blasted.
“So what, you make a deal with one devil to catch another?”
Clark turned away, seemingly about to head back into the holding room. “If necessary.”
Sophie grabbed him and jerked the guy toward her. “It’s not necessary. Daniel Duvato is scum. He’s full of lies, and I won’t let him impinge my client—”
Thunder came then, blasting hard. Lex lunged forward even as Faith drew her own weapon because he knew that blast wasn’t really thunder—it was gunfire and it had come from
inside
that holding room.
Before he could reach Sophie, Clark had grabbed her and pulled her away from the holding area, wrapping his arms around her as if he’d shield her.
“Sophie!” Lex reached for her and Clark looked up, his face tight and his eyes wild.
“Bastard killed one guard last night,” Clark bit out. “Not again…”
Faith and another officer kicked open the door to the holding room. They raced inside. Lex pulled Sophie toward him, making sure his body was the one protecting her. But when he looked into that holding room, Daniel Duvato wasn’t brandishing a weapon. He was on the floor, his body twitching, as blood flowed from the wound in his
He knew she would, but Faith wouldn’t want money. She’d never been on the take. Never had, never would be. In her business, knowledge was power. VJS and Ethan Barclay had plenty of knowledge to give her. Contacts that she could use.
He nodded.
“Then come this way because I wanted to keep my eyes on that bastard, too.”
***
“Clark.” Sophie had just thrown open the door to that holding room. The cop outside had let her march right in—he knew her well.
A handy contact.
Clark’s head jerked up at her voice. “Sophie, what are you doing here?”
“Sophie…” Daniel jumped to his feet. “Sophie, I’m sorry.”
What? She turned her furious stare on him. Daniel was dressed in garish orange, and the wanna-be beard that he was growing looked like shit. “Sorry? For trying to kill me? And Ethan? For killing his fiancée? For—”
“For hurting you,” Daniel said, his shoulders slumping. “You’re the only part I regret.”
This was insane. No, Daniel was insane.
“You’d been hurt enough,” he added.
Her chin shot up. “Clark, I need to talk with you outside. Right now.”
Clark was already closing in on her. “You can’t be in here. The cops should
never
have let you inside. This is private, against every code—”
“He killed a guard last night. Attacked his lawyer. And you know what? I bet Daniel doesn’t care that I’m here at all. Do you, Daniel?” Sophie challenged, raising her voice.
“You can be my lawyer, Soph,” Daniel shouted back. Two guards were shoving him back into his seat. “You can hear everything I’ve got to say about Ethan!”
No one would hear what he had to say.
She glanced at the uniformed cops holding him. One met her stare, the guy on the right—the one with dark brown hair and a hard hazel gaze. Their eyes met for a brief moment, a moment when she saw his rage—rage directed at the prisoner he held so tightly. Sophie nodded. That cop would do his job.
This is what happens when you kill one of their own. You piss them off. You stir a killing fury.
Clark pushed her from the room. One of the uniformed cops followed them out, but the one with the rage in his gaze—he stayed inside.
Good choice.
The door shut behind them with a clang. “What the hell, Sophie? What are you doing?”
“Protecting my client.”
“Barclay.” Disgust was in the name.
“Duvato is spouting lies to you. You can’t believe anything that man says. He’s a killer, nothing more.
Nothing more.
”
Chapter Seven
Lex didn’t make it to the observation room. When he rounded the corner heading toward that room, he saw the ADA and Sophie locked in a heated conversation. They were in the middle of the hallway and—
“Barclay is a killer, too!” Clark blasted.
“So what, you make a deal with one devil to catch another?”
Clark turned away, seemingly about to head back into the holding room. “If necessary.”
Sophie grabbed him and jerked the guy toward her. “It’s not necessary. Daniel Duvato is scum. He’s full of lies, and I won’t let him impinge my client—”
Thunder came then, blasting hard. Lex lunged forward even as Faith drew her own weapon because he knew that blast wasn’t really thunder—it was gunfire and it had come from
inside
that holding room.
Before he could reach Sophie, Clark had grabbed her and pulled her away from the holding area, wrapping his arms around her as if he’d shield her.
“Sophie!” Lex reached for her and Clark looked up, his face tight and his eyes wild.
“Bastard killed one guard last night,” Clark bit out. “Not again…”
Faith and another officer kicked open the door to the holding room. They raced inside. Lex pulled Sophie toward him, making sure his body was the one protecting her. But when he looked into that holding room, Daniel Duvato wasn’t brandishing a weapon. He was on the floor, his body twitching, as blood flowed from the wound in his
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