Page 53 of The Forbidden Sitter
He and I watched as everyone walked out of the building. Each one of them looked happy to be taking an early lunch. And when I saw the crew leader come out, I knew he was the last one inside the building. “That’s the last one, Samson. Tell them to goinside.”
Samson got on his walkie-talkie to send in the policemen he’d personally lined up to work with us on this. I watched as a couple of unmarked police cars started to move, pulling out from where they’d been parked andwaiting.
Samson had people watching Cassandra’s every move. When she had been spotted early this morning with a man who had a bandage wrapped around his right bicep, they’d really honed in her. And that’s when they saw them coming out of her house. The man was wearing a trench coat, and she was carrying a brown paper bag. It was the way she was carrying the thing that alerted them that something was going down. She was overly cautious with the package as she got into the passenger side of the car that was parked near the side entrance of thenightclub.
When Samson had texted me early this morning about it all, I’d hopped out of bed and told him I wanted to witness it all. I had to see the look on the bitch’s face when she wentdown.
And the time was getting closer and closer as more and more unmarked police cars moved in. One parked in a way that blocked Cassandra’s view from the front of thebuilding.
We knew she was the guy’s lookout. And now she was blind to see if anyone went inside. Of course, there were policemen heading in through the unlocked frontdoors.
Wearing business suits, four policemen got out of the cars they had parked on either side of hers. They got out and got together on the sidewalk, right in front of her car. Another unmarked car pulled up behind her, and another police officer dressed in a business suit got out and was calling out to the others, acting as if they were all together and he had no idea where he shouldpark.
Her car was quite effectively blocked in, and there would be no gettingaway.
Cassandra became aware of that fact and opened her door, stepping out and looking at all of the men. I eased my window down a bit so I could hear her. “Excuse me, gentlemen. I’ll be leaving soon.” She looked at the man who had her blocked in. “Can you please move? Once my friend comes out, we have to hurry to get to our nextmeeting.”
“Sure, lady,” the officer said with a smile. “Can you see any parking spaces from where you’re at? I can’t seem to find oneanywhere.”
“No, I can’t see one from here.” She rubbed her forehead in aggravation. With her head down like that, she failed to notice the other men who were on the sidewalk, moving in onher.
Their plan had worked extremely well. They had her out of the car, where she’d be much easier to get to when the time came to make an arrest. One had slipped around the other side of the car and was coming up in front ofher.
Acting as if he was trying to help his friend, that officer said, “I think there might be one over there.” He pointed off to one side, and they acted as if they were looking atsomething.
The other three, who were closing in on Cassandra from behind, were able to get her to step a bit further from the car so they could pass by. One of them pushed the car door closed and stepped in between Cassandra and the car. The other two were right behind her, and she looked a little panicked as she realized she was trapped outside of the car and the other car was still blocking herin.
Then the side door of my club opened up and out spilled her man in the company of two uniformed police officers. “She made me do it all!” heshouted.
Four sets of hands grabbed her as she tried to spin around. One of them forced her, face first, up against the car. Another officer began reading her rights toher.
And now she was lost for words as she looked around, dazed and confused as hell. “How?”
Her man-friend wasn’t through throwing her all the way under the bus yet as he shouted, “She made me do it. Cassandra Harrington made me take the shots at her kid’s father that night. She made me set those bombs in the club to lead the police to think it was someone other than herself that was threatening Gannon Forester and their son, BraidenForester.”
“Shut up, you idiot!” shescreamed.
“I will not,” he yelled back at her. “I took a bullet for you, and you couldn’t even be bothered to tell me you were sorry about that. And just so you all know, I could’ve actually shot that man; I just didn’t want to. I began to grow a conscience. And that bomb I made isn’t going to go off. I just told her it would. That ticking sound is an old clock I found to put inside of that plasticpipe.”
I looked at Samson. “Can we get outnow?”
With a nod, he and I got out of the car and made our way over to the officer who had Cassandra. The guy she’d had do all this saw me and shouted, “Hey, Gannon! She had this planned for a year, dude. She wanted everything you had. She knew the kid was her only ticket to gettingit.”
She turned to look at me then. Her eyes were wide. Her red lipstick was smeared. “He’s a liar. He’s the mastermind behind all of this. He made me do it all. Don’t believehim!”
I shook my head and looked her straight in her dark eyes. “You will never see my son again. I will get your parental rights completely revoked. My son has a real mother now. A woman who loves him and puts him first every single time. And you will rot in prison. I will make damn sure ofthat.”
“Gannon, no! Please!” Her begging only served to piss me off evenfurther.
“My lawyers will meet you officers at the police station, where they will make sure she’s charged with every crime they can come up with.” I turned to leave, and Samsonfollowed.
It was over.Finally.
Chapter33
Brooke
Not happy withhow Gannon had cut me off, I played with Braiden to try to get my mind on anything other than Gannon and what he was upto.
