With his hand on his gun, Sheriff Jim Perry smiles sinisterly. “Where are you going?”
30
Cortney
“He was defending me, Sheriff.”I step forward, slightly blocking Spencer’s body with my own. My attempt at shielding him only lasts a second before his arm winds around my waist, and he pulls me back against his side.
“Stay put,” Spencer orders beneath his breath.
The serious tone enforces my compliance. Something is off. Spencer doesn’t back down, and he’s never been afraid of the cops. I flit my gaze between the two men having a staring match.
“Hear you’re getting in bar fights, Stone.”
“You’d believe it without evidence, Jim.”
“This town was a lot quieter before you came back around.”
“So you’ve said.”
“Turn around and put your hands behind your back.”
“What?” A wave of nausea crests in my stomach. “That’s… no… you can’t do that!”
Spencer continues to stare the sheriff down.
“Defending your girlfriend from her own bad choices isn’t a reason to get violent, Stone.”
Spencer stiffens against me. The muscles of his arm are so tight I’m afraid he might break his bones.
“You sure you want to do this?” Spencer asks, his tone deadly calm.
“Turn. Around.”
Those blue eyes I love so much hold mine as Spencer complies. He slowly spins until we’re facing one another.
“Hands behind your back,” Sheriff Perry orders.
Spencer rolls his shoulders and brushes my side as he pulls back his hands.
Not fast enough for the sheriff. The towel of ice falls to the floor as a scuffle ensues. Sheriff Perry grabs Spencer by his shoulder and slams him face-first into the bar.
A startled scream rips from my throat. “Stop!”
“I said behind your back!”
Spencer grunts, his face pinched in pain against the glossy wood. “Fuck. I was complying.”
The cuffs snap around his wrists with an audible clink of metal on metal. My heart lodges into my throat.
With my eyes on the unfolding scene, I blindly rip my phone from my purse and start texting my family group chat.
Me
Get to the rocks
Please hurry
Bring Sutton and Silas