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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Grace
As Matt and his mechanic walked Troy out of the garage, I decided to get ready for bed. I was too tired to take a shower and slipped into a pair of pink and gray comfy pajamas with the imprint of sheep. I was out of sexy lingerie and, besides, sex was the last thing on my mind. What was on the forefront were the steps to bring the info to the Department of Justice. I needed to make sure I crossed my T’s and dotted the I’s so the evidence would stick. There was also the issue of shutting down the entities on that list. That was the job for the DEA and FBI, and yet there were individuals from those agencies on that list. My brain was fried for tonight, so Matt and I would talk about it tomorrow. I was about to grab my toothbrush when I remembered that the memory stick was in my purse. It was supposed to be kept in Matt’s office safe but this thing with Troy sidetracked us.
I pulled out the flash drive and left the loft, padding down the hallway in my fluffy slippers. I was about to enter Matt’s office when Roger came bounding up the steps, a look of panic on his face.
“You have to come now!” he urged.
My heart leapt to my throat.
“Where’s Matt?” I asked as I pocketed the memory stick in my pajamas.
“No time to explain.”
I hurried down the stairs behind Roger and burst outside the garage in rising hysteria. There were two sheriff cruisers with their lights flashing, but sirens off, probably because of the time of the night. Matt was arguing with one of the deputies who already had his hand on his gun.
“What’s going on?” I cried as I rushed to my husband’s side but another deputy intercepted me.
“Ma’am, I suggest you stand back.” The officer put his arm out to block me.
Matt’s body whipped around, his already furious face darkening more in anger. “Don’t you dare touch my wife,” he snarled. “Damn it, Grace, get back inside.”
Troy pulled me back from the sheriff’s deputy which in no way made my husband feel any better, but he turned back to the officer to resume arguing.
“I had nothing to do with Kyra’s death. I just got back from out-of-state,” Matt growled. “How many times do I have to repeat myself?”
“Kyra’s dead?” I whispered. “Oh my God.”
“You’re not charged with anything, sir. But we have to bring you in for questioning. There are many people, including myself who had witnessed you threaten Ms. Dale with grievous bodily harm.”
“She pointed a gun at my wife.”
“Then that should have been reported,” the deputy replied. “Either you come willingly with me or I will put you in handcuffs. Do you really want your wife to witness that?”
“Where’s Millie?” I demanded of Roger.
“Millie Cross?” the officer who intercepted me spoke up instead. “She’s on her way to the medical examiner’s office to identify the body.”
This was a nightmare. Matt looked at me with anguished eyes. This was eating him up inside. There was too much coming at us at once.
“Go with the deputy, Matt,” I said. “You were with me the whole time so there’s nothing to worry about. We have our travel documents to prove it.”
“I don’t want to leave you alone,” Matt countered brusquely.
“I’ll be fine,” I assured.
“I got her, boss,” Roger added.
“She can stay at the compound with me,” Troy said.
“Over my dead body,” Matt snapped. I wished my husband would stop throwing those words around. He was in enough trouble as it was. “Roger,” he said. “Call Cassie. I want her staying with you guys until I return, and tell her to call Trent. Damned time for Stone to be stuck in Atlanta.”
Trent, Lucas, and Colt were in Atlanta to attend a Homeland Security briefing tomorrow. I trusted our brother-in-law, being the sheriff and boss of these deputies, would get to the bottom of this soon enough. And poor Millie, she must be devastated.
Matt ignored the consternation on the deputies’ faces as he broke away from them to walk up to me. He pulled me from Troy’s grip and surrounded me with his own warmth.
“I’m sorry about this, babe.” He gave me a hard, but brief kiss. “I’ll take care of this as quickly as I can and get back to you.”
