Page 55 of When He Fights
“You’re exceedingly arrogant.”
“Thanks for noticing.”
“FBI Special Agent!”
“I think he doesn’t know your actual name,” Emerson murmured.
“I think you’re right.”Gray checked his watch.“I’d like to get into bed, so how about we get this show moving?”He peered back up at her.“You want to question him?”
“No, you go right ahead.I’ll just watch and admire your skills.”
“Suit yourself.”He turned and strolled back toward Turner Mitchell’s cell.
“Oh, fuck, pretty lady…” This came from the other prisoner—the one who’d been yelling for silence so long and calling everyone assholes.“You come to tuck me in for the night?”
“Say another word to her,” Gray told him, voice flat, but he shifted his body so that he was between the cell and Emerson, “and you won’t see daylight.”
Another word was not said.
“You seem grumpy,” Emerson noted.“Are you, by any chance, playing bad cop?”
He grunted.“No, as a rule, I’m just a general dick.”He kept moving.
Turner stood in his cell, gripping the bars.As soon as he saw Gray, he blurted, “My lawyer works for Logan.”
He’d walked all the way back for that?“Tell me something I don’t know.”
“Logan is in town.”
He waited.There was nothing else.Sighing, Gray directed yet again, “Tell me something I don’t know.”
Turner’s knuckles whitened as his grip tightened around the bars.“I’m not the only one in town who was told to watch Ana.”
Gray felt tension settle along the nape of his neck.“Who else?”
Turner’s stare darted to Emerson, then flew back to Gray.Blinking, once, twice, three times, he promised, “I’ll tell youafteryou get me a deal.I want out of this cell, I want out of this city, and I want protection!Someone else is waiting to swoop in and kill Ana, and if you want that ID, then you cooperate with me, got it?”Two more blinks.Then, slowly, a smirk.
Gray stared back at him.Unblinking.“Do I look like the type to enjoy fairytales?”
The smirk froze.
“Do I look like I want to be told about some princess being kissed by some creep and waking up from some death-like sleep?Like I want to hear about some chick with blond hair eating a bear’s soup?”
“What are you talking about?”Turner demanded.Spittle flew from his mouth.“Are you fucking crazy?”
Quite possibly.“I don’t like fairytales,” Gray enunciated slowly.Flatly.“You were the attacker, the sleeper here in town.There is only you.Don’t insult my intelligence with fake claims.Besides, if Logan is here—and we both know he is—there is no need for someone else to be watching Ana.Logan can take over the job himself.So don’t waste my time.Don’t bullshit me.”
“I’m not!”
Gray turned away.Slanted a glance at Emerson.“Let’s call it a night.”
She nodded.“I am feeling sleepy.Long drive, you know?”
Without looking over at Turner, Gray tossed back at the perp, “When you feel like giving me an actual location, when you feel like telling me specifically where I can find Logan—and when you stop spinning fairytales—thenwe will make a deal.Until that point, you’re on your own.”
“He will kill me!”
“Yeah, that’s kinda the point.”
