Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 59146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Once everyone had gathered in our meeting room in the center warehouse, Knight stood and dropped a manila folder on the table in front of the officers.
“Brett Calloway is your girl’s ex, Inferno. He’s thirty-four and works as a real estate agent. He’s got a clean record on paper.” He flipped the folder open. “At sixteen, he got himself in trouble for assault, but his record was expunged when he turned eighteen. There were two complaints from previous relationships but both were withdrawn before they went anywhere. He also had a restraining order filed three years ago by a woman named Melissa Halsey, but again, she withdrew her complaint two weeks later.
“Two years ago, a storage unit caught fire at a facility in West Nashville. The unit belonged to an ex-girlfriend. Everything inside was a total loss. The fire marshal ruled it undetermined on the grounds that he couldn’t rule out electrical problems and couldn’t rule out arson. Which basically means he knew exactly what happened but couldn’t prove a damn thing. Which means, there were no charges filed.”
Knight turned a page. “These are timestamps from traffic cameras near Juniper’s bakery this week.” He laid out printouts of grainy stills. A black Audi circled the block six days running. The camera was at a perfect angle to catch the license plate to confirm the car was the same Audi. “The car matches his lease, the driver matches his general description, though a blurry profile wouldn’t be proof in itself. Given his recent breakup with Juniper, the fact the car is his lease, and his past pattern of aggression, I’m going to go out on a limb and say the fuckin’ bastard is stalking her. He circled the block several times, parked across the street, and watched the shop. The only time he went inside was Thursday morning, but he didn’t stay long.”
She never mentioned it. Not once. My hands curled into fists on the table. The knuckles turned white. “Son of a bitch,” I said.
Gunnar cleared his throat. “If we hit him tonight, we buy a police problem. That doesn’t help her. It helps him.”
He was right. I knew he was right. It didn’t make the anger any easier to swallow.
Tiny leaned forward, elbows on the table. “I’ve got coverage on her shop. Skidrow and Cobra are on rotating shifts, and they’re careful. She won’t see them.” He nodded at me. “I sent Zero to tail her when she leaves and to keep watch at her place when you can’t. Everyone knows to stay out of sight.”
“Men who put hands on women are club business.” Oktober’s voice cut through the room. He didn’t raise it. Didn’t need to. “That’s not up for debate. What do you need from us?”
Knuckles looked at me. “You got the club behind you, Inferno. Nobody moves on this guy until we know what we’re dealing with, but we’ll keep your girl safe.” He tapped the folder. “Knight, keep digging. I need to know everything about this guy before we move. If I need to, I’ll call Antonio. The last thing I want to do is walk in without a plan.”
“Appreciate it, Prez.” I nodded at Knuckles in acknowledgment.
When the meeting broke, I gathered the pages Knight had printed and rolled them up to look at in my apartment. I was most interested in the storage fire summary. I could dissect that at least. Maybe I’d know who authored it and could talk with them.
Once upstairs, I sat at a table next to the window. Security lights provided adequate lighting at night while the camo netting over most of the paths between buildings maintained our privacy. I liked to look out over the courtyard and think when I felt myself losing control over my emotions. Every single emotion right now was centered on Juniper. She’d never mentioned the Audi. I spread the printouts on the table and stared at them until the timestamps blurred.
After a while, I moved to my bedroom, killed the overhead and used the bedside lamp to cut down on the glare. I’d read the fire report three times and learned nothing I didn’t already know.
Undetermined meant they couldn’t prove it wasn’t an accident. Couldn’t prove it was, either. The language was careful and more than obvious someone had doubts about something.
My phone sat beside me on the bed. I picked it up and scrolled through contacts I hadn’t used in more than five years but never purged. I knew a guy who could possibly get me the actual case file if I needed it. Knight could do it, and I’d never have to reopen old wounds.
I stared at the names for a couple seconds and started to set my phone back down. Instead, I called Juniper.
She answered on the third ring. Her voice was thick with sleep and I had a pang of guilt. She had to work. Shit. “Inferno?” A pause. Sheets rustling. “It’s one in the morning.”