Page 176 of Beyond the Badge: Nox

“You’re his supervisor, right?”

“No…” Proctor sounded confused. “Wait…”

“I thought so,” Nox hoped Proctor would pick up what he was putting down.

“I know who his supervisor is. But didn’t the feds take over the scene?”

“Looks like it, but Officer Johnson here won’t let us in, even though we’re sworn federal agents.” That temporary assignment was swiftly coming to an end, but Johnson didn’t need to know that. Until those IDs were pried from their fingers, they were using that advantage. “He says we’re not on the list.”

“All right. Give me a few. I’ll make a call to his real supervisor and get you inside.”

“Appreciate that, brother.”

“Anytime. Just remember this if I ever need a favor.”

“You got it. And don’t be too hard on him. You know how it is when you’re new… You’re afraid to break the rules.”

Proctor’s chuckle filled Nox’s ears before the call ended.

He tucked his cell phone away. “You’ll be getting a call.”

While Nox had been speaking with Proctor, a flush had crept up the rookie’s neck and into his cheeks. “I’m only doing what I was told.”

“Like a good ass kisser should.” Rez added some kissing noises.

“Don’t worry, I made sure you won’t get in trouble,” Nox assured Johnson.

“For letting you in?”

“For keeping us out,” Nox corrected firmly.

Johnson didn’t even wait for the incoming call, instead he scribbled their names on the list along with the time of entry and lifted the tape for them to duck under.

“Nox has more razzle fucking dazzle than you, Fire Nuts,” Rez ribbed Finn.

“Well, it wouldn’t be fair if I hogged it all,” Finn exclaimed as they slipped past the crushed SUV and into the Demons’ clubhouse.

Inside, the building was teeming with crime scene investigators collecting evidence. A few bodies littered the floor.

Nox approached the closest person with a DEA windbreaker and a badge around her neck. “How you doing?” he greeted, jutting out his hand. “Officer Bradley Lennox.”

The woman shook it but her expression was cautious. “Agent Dickson. And to answer your question, I’d be much better if I wasn’t dealing with a messy Mafia hit.”

“I’m sure,” he murmured, then went on with, “Did you get a call from Agent Colin Crew?”

Her eyebrows knitted together. “Crew? No.”

Nox tipped his head to the side. “Aaah. He was supposed to call ahead and let the person in charge know we were coming.”

“That might be the problem since I’m not in charge.”

“Maybe you can help me, anyway. Senior Special Agent Crew was in charge of the Tri-State Feder?—”

The woman cut him off. “I’m aware. I know who he is.”

With the way her expression closed up, Nox wondered how well she knew Crew. He might be off the market now but between divorcing Sasha and hooking up with Cabrera, the Casanova had a hard time keeping his dick in his pants.

“We,” Nox hooked a thumb over his shoulder at Beavis and Butthead standing behind him, “all were members of that task force.” He then showed her his ID.

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