Page 92 of Warrant
CHAPTER 36
Ainsley
Iheld Warrant’s hand as we walked into Sentry Securities. Looking around, I was surprised at how clean it was. With a bunch of rowdy bikers living here, I figured it would be a mess. From what Warrant had told me, this was also their club house.
Getting to walk in here was like going into the inner sanctum. I followed Warrant’s lead and paused when he stopped outside a door.
“Wait here a minute.”
Nodding, I stood, trying not to let my curiosity get the better of me. It was hard not to eavesdrop though.
“Go on in,” Warrant said, coming out of the office.
“You’re not coming?” I asked, confused.
“Nope. This is between you two. He’ll fill the rest of us in later.” He put his hand on my back and all but shoved me in the room.
Straightening my spine, I walked over, holding the folder with all my evidence in it, and sat across from Cypher. He was like a king in his castle. And why not? This was his business. His club. His men. He’d built all of this. “Thanks for seeing me.”
“Warrant said you had something on the Iron Circle Crew,” he said, folding his arms over his massive chest.
I leaned forward and put the folder in front of him. “Got a call from a detective in Cheyenne. He was just giving me a head’s up that Mike Linstrom was going to be back in town for a few days—staying in our cells. You remember him right?” His angry nod was enough confirmation. “He’d found a family connection here in Sentinel that he wasn’t sure I knew about. I didn’t.”
“Fucking Christina,” Cypher muttered, flipping through the photos and my notes. He’d stopped on the information I’d printed out on her from our database. “Well, she’s unlikely to be a problem anymore. Though we’re going to have to deal with this brother.”
I waited, staying quiet, as he read through everything.
Eventually he looked up and met my gaze. “Why did you bring this to me?” He arched a brow.
“I resigned from my position earlier today.” Now both his eyebrows had shot up. “While I was interrogating Linstrom, I knew I was going to hand all this information over to you. That I wanted you and the others to handle this in your way. My way—the courts—weren’t going to get the justice Brandon Rice, Jared, and Aella deserve. We’ll never get the evidence to tie Mark to the kidnappings. We won’t be able to keep Jared and Aella safe if Mark decides to take revenge. I don’t want anything to happen to them.”
“And that was enough to quit your job?” he asked.
He knew that wasn’t it. I could see it there in his eyes. “I also did it so that Warrant and I could be together.”
“Good for you.” He leaned back in his chair, watching me closely. I was used to intense men. You ran across a lot of them in my line of work. Well, former work. He didn’t intimidate me. “So…now that you’re no longer the sheriff, what would you say about working for me.”
I only just managed to keep my jaw off the floor. “For you?” He nodded. “Doing what?”
“Investigating, mostly. And I’d likely make you the face of Sentry Securities. Executive Vice President. Let you rub elbows with the townspeople versus my guys. They’re good men but some of the citizens here are uneasy around them.”
“They’re a bit rough around the edges,” I said in agreement.
“What do you say?”
“Why? Why do you want me to work for you?” I countered.
He shrugged his shoulders. Harlow was right. He was a gorgeous man. Not that he had anything on Warrant. At least not in my opinion. “I tend to collect people with certain skills.”
“Skills?”
“The kind that can help me. Our future is going to be focused more stateside and less overseas. We’ll need your skillset, your ability to talk to civilians, network. You understand this side of the world, they don’t. If I’m being totally honest, I barely do. The rules on this side are different. And we’re used to being able to do whatever the fuck we want. What do you say?” He grinned at me as he held out his hand.
I eyed his wide palm and long fingers. Feeling like I was making a deal with the devil, I reached out and shook his hand. “I’m going to need to see the offer before I agree completely,” I warned him.
He chuckled. “I’ll get it typed up today. Glad to have you on board, Sheriff.”
“I’m not the sheriff anymore,” I reminded him.
