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Someone released a curse. The Columbia SWAT team had bad blood between the infamous gang.
“So they are going after members of SWAT?” Iker narrowed his eyes and folded his arms in front of him.
“Well, they know we won’t back down from them,” Brodie replied.
“We go in and find out who wanted Myles dead. Let’s get them talking,” Mac instructed.
They all nodded.
“Then when we’re done in here, Brodie, I want you to find out everything you can about these men. I want to know what they take in their coffee and anything else you can find.”
Myles handed the papers back to Brodie.
He was ready to go in the room and find out what the hell these people wanted.
If they were after him because he was SWAT, the Demon Lords would feel their wrath again.
“Let’s go.” Myles brushed past his teammates and headed in the direction the sheriff had disappeared.
They arrived at the interrogation rooms. The sheriff updated them on which men were in the room. First up was Whit Green.
“Remember we want him talking,” Mac said. He moved next to Myles.
“I know. He already gave me enough information earlier,” Myles bit out. He had to keep his cool. Beating the man to within an inch of his life wasn’t going to get him anywhere but jail himself. Myles blew out a deep breath.
“You good?” Mac arched an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah. Don’t kick his ass. Got it.”
Mac chuckled and opened the door. It was a small room with a table, three chairs, and a two-way mirror. Standard procedure called for the room to be recorded.
“Good morning.” Mac pulled up a chair in front of Whit.
Whit sat at the table with his head resting on the surface and hands cuffed in front of him. He slowly lifted when Myles shut the door. He glanced at Mac and Myles and smirked.
“So they sent the good ol’ boys in here to rough me up?” Whit gave a dry snicker.
“That would be illegal,” Mac replied drolly.
“Like that would stop ya,” Whit taunted.
“You sure didn’t have a problem gunning for me,” Myles growled. He narrowed his eyes on the man, taking in all his features.
“I was lost.” Whit grinned. “Didn’t know where I was. Me and my buddies were hunting.”
Myles had to push down the urge to punch Whit in the face. He was quickly trying Myles’s patience.
“Hunting? That’s your excuse?” Mac took a seat in the chair across from Whit.
He acted cool and aloof, but Myles knew his sergeant, and Mac was anything but. He was a bulldog and had a bite that was just as vicious.
“This is South Carolina. Us country boys like to hunt.”
“But you’re not from around here.” Myles leaned back against the wall. He glared at the suspect.
Whit was lying. Both he and Mac knew it.
“There ain’t no law that says I can’t travel around the state.”
