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Bulldog grumbled something. “Let me see if I can find Carlos. We’ll need to get you a bed in here.” There were background noises like Bulldog was walking around the station. “He’s not going to like this, Jenna.”
“I don’t care,” she snapped back, and then flinched, straighteningher back. It took her several deep breaths before she loosened her stiff posture. Pumpkin knew that technique all too well. He had to do the same when his back or legs seized. He hoped the stress of the situation wasn’t going to cause Jenna to have a flare-up.
Background shouting came over the speaker. Not enough for them to pick up the full conversation, but Pumpkin did recognize Carlos’s voice as one of the participants. He was pretty sure Carlos just called someone a moron.
“DEA’s pissed,” Bulldog’s voice was amused. “Can’t say I mind. He tried his damnedest to get Steel to confess, even went as far as to try to cut him a deal, but Steel never cracked. Unfortunately, you’re his only alibi, Jenna.”
“Do you have time of death?” Keys asked before Jenna could respond. “The report hasn’t been updated yet, still states TBD.”
“Twenty-two thirty-two,” Bulldog answered in military time, still talking over the shouting in the background. “It helps when there’s a witness.”
Once again, Grumpy snorted. Everyone turned their attention to him. “Ten thirty-two is police code for ‘man with a gun’.”
A dark scowl appeared on Jenna’s face. “Jack’s being framed.”
Grumpy’s expression was filled with pity. “I’m no expert, but that’d be my guess.”
A hard knocking came over the phone. The shouting stopped and Bulldog said, “Just letting you know that Jenna’s moving into the station. We’re going to need a cot for her.”
“Absolutely not!” came a hard male voice.
“You may be able to barge your way into my station and use my cells for your pointless vendetta,” Carlos snapped, “but you haveno saywho I allow in my house.” To his brother, Carlos added, “She can use my office. We’ll bring everything she needs in before she gets here.”
The other voice, no doubt DEA Agent Strouse, tried to argue again, but Bulldog spoke over him, “Thank you,fratellino.” It was Italian for ‘little brother’. The shouting grew quieter, indicating Bulldog was walking away from Carlos and Agent Strouse. “I’m heading back to the holding cells so you can tell him yourself, Jenna.”
Jenna snorted. “Chicken,” she mocked.
“Damn straight,” Bulldog answered.
At the same time, Ghost’s voice came over the line. “What’s going on?”
“Jenna’s planning on moving in until Steel’s free,” Bulldog told his Enforcer.
“Shit,” Ghost stated shortly. “Are you going to tell him?”
“No, I’m going back there soshecan tell him,” Bulldog corrected.
“Need backup?” Ghost asked.
Bulldog let out a long sigh, “Couldn’t hurt.”
Jenna just shook her head at their conversation. Glancing up, she saw the club’s disapproving faces. “Don’t look at me like that,” she snapped. “He’s notthatbad.”
A door squeaked open over the phone. “To you,” Bulldog argued. “Pretty sure you’re the only person in the world who could—holy fuck!”
Everyone jumped to their feet at Bulldog’s exclamation, staring at the phone and demanding answers like they would suddenly be able to see what was going on at the station.
“Would you all just shut up?” Bulldog demanded.
The room fell silent. Jenna picked up her phone, bringing the speaker closer to her mouth. “What is it? What’s wrong? Is Jack okay?”
“Steel is fine,” Bulldog grumbled.
“Then what is it?” Jenna demanded, her voice hard with worry.
“It’s Scar!” Bulldog informed them, clearly pissed. “The asshole’s sitting in the jail cell next to Steel.”
Pumpkin was not the only one who looked to the back of the clubhouse where Scar and Tally had been. Not surprising, Tally was now sitting at the bottom of the stairs alone and Scar was nowhere to be seen.
