Chapter Twenty-Three Wildcard

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: WILDCARD

"Do you think we have a chance to keep Brigit out of jail?" I ask Rafe as we walk outside.

"I think so. Sully is basing his investigation on an eyewitness who claims they saw Brigit enter Mike's office just before they found the body. That video tells a different story."

"Who found the body?"

"Another question I don't have the answer to," Rafe grumbles. "I know it isn't my case, so I'm not privy to everything, but I can't help but feel Sully's obsession with finding Brigit is personal. We need the FBI to take this case. That's my focus."

"Thanks for not arresting her," I say, offering my hand.

He laughs and shakes it. "Not my jurisdiction. Something I didn't mention earlier and should have. Sully doesn't have an arrest warrant for Ms. Jones. He's only submitted a request for aid in locating her for questioning. So, there was never a risk of me arresting her. My personal opinion?" I nod for him to continue. "He doesn't have enough evidence for an arrest warrant. He's on a fishing expedition. Maybe he's hoping to scare Ms. Jones into a confession."

"Or he wants to make her disappear," I add.

Rafe nods. "Or, that. Keep her hidden. Keep her safe. I don't trust Sully. If he's persistent enough, he may find a judge to sign off on a search warrant. Not all the judges in this city are Maklin Brook fans."

I slap the hood of his car before he backs up and drives through the gates. I follow on foot to talk to Gears who is manning the gate.

"We may get visitors of the official type. No one gets through the gate without a warrant. If you see anyone coming down the road, contact Puma or me right away."

Gears frowns. "I know the drill."

"I know you do, but wanted to give you a heads up. Rafe said that the asshole who came by this morning is hunting for a search warrant."

"I'll be on alert," Gears assures me.

I return to the clubhouse. My first stop is Spark's office. I fill him in on Rafe's parting words.

"I'll reach out to Juliet. She has a contact in the courthouse who can let us know if a judge signs off on a warrant. I need to contact her about running a search for George Calloway. I've tried looking for him and I'm not finding him. He could be in hiding."

"Or dead."

Spark nods as I leave him and go in search of Puma. He needs to know about Rafe's concerns. I find him outside with Alisa and the kids.

"Rafe leave?" I nod. "Can he help?"

I fill him in on our discussion and what we learned from the voicemails on Brigit's phone before warning him about the search warrant. "Spark thinks Juliet can get us an advanced warning on the search warrant. I told Gears to contact you if he sees anyone coming our way."

Puma nods. "Wish we could do more. Have you updated Havoc?"

"Not yet."

"Let's go to my office." Alisa slides off Puma's lap before he stands and gives her a deep kiss.

The kids make gagging noises, which has Alisa giggling. Puma growls and chases after the kids, making them scream and race around the playground to escape his tickles.

"He's so good with them," Brigit says, coming to stand next to me.

Alisa grins back at her. "He's just a big kid himself."

We watch as Puma stomps around with Angel and Elina hang over his shoulders as he drags Colt and Slade who have hold of his legs. After a few turns, he pries the kids off and promises he'll play with them later.

"I'll send Max and Viper out," Puma tells Alisa, giving her another kiss.

"Sounds good. I thought Claudia might come out, but I haven't seen her."

"She's in the kitchen with my dad," Brigit says. "I just left them. They're getting to know each other." The smile on her face suggests they're doing more than that.

"Claudia and Gramps? Well, I'll be damned. Good for them." Puma grins.

I take Brigit's hand and lead her to Puma's office. We take the seats in front of his desk while he calls Havoc.

"I was just about to call you. The police found two bodies. One of them was their own."

"Detective Mark Harding?" I ask.

"How did you know?"

I tell Havoc about the voicemail messages.

"That fits with what I know. The other body was George Calloway. The medical examiner puts their deaths prior to Mike Perry's murder. Trash collectors found their bodies when they picked up the dumpsters outside the hotel. Whoever hid them there didn't put in much of an effort."

"The cops may want to talk to three people on the night shift," Brigit says and gives Havoc the name of the three who called her. "Two talked with the cop. The security guard saw Mike there. Maybe Mike knew more about the cop than he let on. The housekeeper mentioned Mike not wanting her to go inside a specific conference room. Maybe that's where the bodies were before someone dumped them?"

"We can check on them. See if they remember anything. I almost have my contact ready to go to his superiors about Sully. Shit, I'll be glad to get back to being on the opposite side of the law, instead of helping the fucking cops do their job."

Puma and I laugh as Havoc ends the call.

"He isn't wrong. First, we were helping them solve the murder of Viper's dad and now this. Once we've cleared Brigit, I say we retire from the detective business and get back to causing trouble," Puma says.

Brigit and I leave Puma's office and return to the common room. "Want a drink?" I ask her, but she shakes her head. Instead, she leans up against me and kisses my chin.

"I want you."

Grinning, I grab her hand and yank her down the hall to my bedroom. I close the door and remove my kutte, while Brigit's fingers unfasten my belt. My dick lengthens in anticipation as I stare down into her pretty green eyes.

"Shouldn't you be getting undressed?" I ask her.

"I want to taste you first," she replies and oh boy, am I onboard.

She slides my boxers and jeans down, releasing my cock. He bobs in her face as she grins up at me. "Shirt off, cowboy. I want to see all of you." As I follow her orders, she takes me in her mouth and moans. Fuck me, that's a beautiful sound.

She rolls her tongue around the tip and down my length before using that gorgeous mouth on my balls. When she sucks in one and then the other, I press my nails into my palms to keep from shooting my load. She turns her full attention to my staff, licking up the vein until she wraps her hot little mouth around my dick. She takes me all the way, burying her nose is my pubes. How the hell she can take all of me? I'm not small.

"Fuck woman, where did you learn that?"

How did I live without her in my life? She's better than I remember and believe me, my memories of her played over and over in my head since the day I left her behind. Hers was the face I saw whenever I jacked off in the shower. Hers was the face I saw whenever I was with another woman. This memory zaps some of the pleasure.

Brigit releases me with a pop. "Hey, where did you go? Was I not doing it right?"

I run my hand over my face and shake my head. Laughing at what an idiot I am. "You were doing it perfectly. I'm sorry. I just realized how much I've used you over the years and I feel like a fucking pervert."

She stands up and places her hands on my chest. "I don't understand. How could you have used me when I was in Boston and you were here?"

I shake my head and pull her against me, unable to face the judgement that's coming. "I remembered how many times I jacked off to memories of you. But I also remembered how many times I fucked a woman but thought of you. I just feel like a perverted asshole."

She stiffens, then pulls away. I look at her, expecting to see disgust. But do I see a smirk? "First, you're my perverted asshole. I expect you to make it up to me by giving me a gazillion orgasms. Second, why would you feel bad about thinking of me? Makes me want to preen, knowing that my image has been stuck in your head all this time. After you left me in Boston, I thought you came back here and forgot about me. Knowing you didn't? Well, can't say that doesn't make me feel a little smug."

"Smug?"

"Smug," she says with a nod. "Now, where was I?" She moves to slide back to her knees, but I stop her. Slamming my mouth against hers, I devour her. My dick's harder than diamonds and wants release, but I don't care. I need the intimacy of this kiss. When I come close to exploding between us, I end the kiss so we can both breathe. It takes several breaths before I can speak.

"If I'm supposed to give you a gazillion orgasms. I better get started." I lift off her shirt and unbuckle her jeans as I toe off my boots. We undress and fall on the bed. I grab her and position her so she can still suck my cock, but this way, I get to taste her, too. Then it becomes a race to see who can get the other to cum first. I'm not too upset when we tie.