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“Right now, the only thing you need to do is go home with your father and be a seventeen-year-old girl. We’ll let you know if we need anything else,” said Moose.
She stood and stepped into the hallway, her father close behind. U-Jin grabbed his arm and turned him.
“I understand your disappointment, but if you ever hit that girl again, I will come for you.” Ezra frowned but nodded at the man. U-Jin looked at the others and released a long, slow breath.
“He was hurt,” said Ashley.
“That doesn’t justify hitting a young girl and knocking her across the room,” said U-Jin.
“I know what you’re saying, but if this wasn’t the first episode of disappointment, maybe he’d reached his limit. We don’t all parent the same way, U-Jin. I don’t condone him hitting her in the face. Not at all. But I understand the emotion behind it.”
“It’s ruining their relationship,” said Moose. “All I can think of is my relationship with Jennifer. I would never put my hands on her like that.”
“You wouldn’t have to,” said Bree. “She’s far more respectful. She’s been raised in a different environment. I strongly suspect that Bethany was raised by a mother who really didn’t give a damn and a father absorbed with work. When the mother left, he didn’t know what to do. This is her cry for help. Completely wrong. But nevertheless, a call for help.”
“What now?” asked U-Jin.
“We let the others know and see if we can get the police to talk to us.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
“Commander Morris. To what do I owe the pleasure?” asked the man standing behind his desk. He noticed the man was not alone but with five very large men and one very beautiful woman.
“Don’t mind my friends,” smiled Asa. “They’re here to verify your response when I ask you why the fuck you didn’t tell me that you had police officers who had experienced the same thing as my pilots.”
The police chief took his seat and pushed back, leaning a knee against the desk. He stared at his fingernails in a casual way, and Ethan stepped closer.
“Ten seconds,” said Ethan.
“Is that a threat?” frowned the man staring up at Ethan. He looked too big and too old to be a pilot, so maybe he was an MP. Then again, he looked too old and too large for that as well.
“Ethan,” said Morris. “Ricard. Don’t be a dick. You lied to us.”
“I didn’t lie. I just didn’t disclose all the information.”
Ethan pushed the desk so hard, it slammed the man in the hip, trapping his leg against the desk, his back trapped against the wall.
“Ahh!” he yelled.
“You fucking lied. Don’t get this shit confused. Men have been drugged, kidnapped, and someone took something from them. How many of your men were involved?”
“Okay, okay, shit!”
“Don’t be an asshole, Ricard. Just cooperate,” said Morris. “How many men were involved?”
“Five. Five that I know of. As you know, their schedules often have them with several days off in a row. Someone could have been drugged, taken, and returned before they needed to return.”
“You mean you didn’t make an announcement or give a warning to other officers that this could be happening? That’s dereliction of duty. We want to talk to them,” said Ulani.
“I’m not sure–” he started.
“I wasn’t asking,” said Ulani. “You can get them in here for me, or I can subpoena the courts, make this public, and put it out there for everyone to know about.”
He glared at the woman, shaking his head.
“It would destroy them. They’re already embarrassed. Humiliated.”
“So are my pilots,” said Morris.
