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“Miss Clarke. How are you?” Jordan cleared her throat. Not that she didn’t want to speak with her lawyer, but after all of this time she was curious on why the woman was calling.
“I’m well, thank you for asking. I hope all is good in Columbia. Is the new job going all right?”
“Yes, ma’am. It is..” Jordan’s stomach gave another growl to remind her that she needed to fill it. The Southerner in her didn’t want to be rude, but at the moment, her hunger was taking over. “What can I do for you?”
“A woman who is straight to the point. I’ve always liked that about you, Jordan.” Tamicka gave a dry little chuckle. Rustling papers sounded in the distance. “Well, I am afraid I am not calling with good news.”
It figured.
Whatever it was, Jordan would deal with it. She wasn’t afraid of what Miss Clarke was about to say. In the back of her mind she supposed she already knew what it was, but she prayed she was wrong.
“What is it?” Jordan asked.
“My office was just notified that Mr. Bravon Huff was released from prison a week ago.”
“What?”
Jordan was expecting to hear that he might be up for a parole hearing or that they were trying to get him another trial. Not that he had been fully released from prison and a week ago. She was to be notified the day he was released, but they hadn’t expected that for at least another ten to fifteen years.
Jordan’s heart raced. Not in the fear sense, but in the way it normally did before she went out on a SWAT call. Her hand clenched into a balled fist as anger settled in. It was crazy how the system was set up to keep bad guys off the street, but it failed daily. How was a man like Bravon freed early?
“I’m sorry to be calling a week later, but I just got the notification and I immediately called you. Don’t worry. I’m going to investigate this matter on why we were notified so late.”
“You don’t have to apologize, Miss Clarke. I’m sure you will get to the bottom of this. Don’t worry about me, though. I can take care of myself,” Jordan said. Something in her voice must have set off alarms for the lawyer.
“That’s what I’m afraid of. I’ve already filed an order of protection against Mr. Huff on your behalf, and a colleague of mine is already doing it in the state of South Carolina on your behalf?—”
Jordan hung up the phone. There was no order of protection that would keep Bravon from coming after her. And there was no doubt in her mind that he would be. She glanced back up at the restaurant and suddenly didn’t have an appetite any longer.
“Fuck.” Jordan snagged the handle to her vehicle and opened the door and slid back inside. The door slammed behind her. She hit the steering wheel and cursed again. She leaned her head back against the headrest and tried to get control of her breathing and heart.
How the fuck is Bravon a free man?she asked herself again. The ringtone on her phone sounded. This time it was sweet music to her ears.
A SWAT call.
“Knight,” Jordan answered.
“Report in. We’re getting called in,” Dec’s voice came onto the line.
“Roger that,” Jordan replied. She disconnected the call and turned her car back on. She threw it into drive and peeled out. She switched her lights on, and the sirens sliced through the air. Vehicles on the road pulled over and out of her way. She pressed down on the gas, her car picking up speed. She tightened herhands on the steering wheel and navigated her way through the city.
After the news she’d just received, she needed a SWAT mission.
“Knight,dead bodies don’t bother you, do they?” Iker’s voice came through Jordan’s comms.
She paused outside the bathroom she had just searched, her fingers tightening on her handgun. Her gaze swung around the upstairs of the mansion they had been brought in to sweep.
“You better be fucking playing with me, Baldwin,” she replied dryly.
She aimed her gun true and headed down the hallway. The large home had an open concept that allowed her to see down to the first level. She, Iker, and Zain had been instructed to sweep the second level while the others had split up on lower levels.
Jordan didn’t like the idea of them searching a home the size of this one, but they had no choice. Tonight they all had to be on their game and keep their eyes open; lots of hidden areas for someone to ambush them. She didn’t like going into the unknown. There were too many variables to consider when SWAT had to infiltrate somewhere this big.
But SWAT was called in to do what they did best.
And her team was the best fucking SWAT team to ever do it.
Apparently, a high-level-ranking gangster in the Demon Lords’ organization was chased to his home where he lived with his girlfriend. They’d had no contact with him for at least two hours. The hostage negotiator had been unsuccessful at getting him back on the line.
