Page 35 of Protecting Salvation

Hurricane turned in his seat to look at Titan. “You think they put her prints on a weapon? Because that’s pretty damning as evidence goes, even if we know it’s bullshit.”

His shoulders shrugged. “They seem pretty sure if they arrested her like this.”

“True. Fuck.” Bertie yipped and he gentled his tone not wanting to scare the poor boy. “Has anyone let Aoife know?”

Lotus glanced at him as she switched lanes to pull in to make the turn for the police station. “Bein knows so I’m going to assume he’ll tell her. The timing sucks for them.”

“Yeah, it does.” He didn’t bother to add it sucked for Peyton most because everyone knew that and it wasn’t a competition.

“So what’s the plan?” Lotus was looking to him to lead this and it touched him that despite the shit going on with him, they still trusted him. “Well, short of marching inside and demanding they let her go and getting arrested, we can’t do a lot. I want to wait for Damon and see what he says.”

“He could be hours if they’re interviewing her. How about I get him to call the second he can and we go on a little jaunt out to Peyton’s old home?”

He didn’t want to leave her but sitting in a police carpark waiting wouldn’t do her any good, so he nodded. “Let’s go, but make sure he’s aware of how vulnerable she is in there.”

“He knows. I told him when we spoke after she told us about her run-in with McCain yesterday.”

Hurricane angled his head. “I didn’t know you and Damon spoke.”

A blush crept over Lotus’ cheeks. “We’re friends. Don’t make a big deal of it.”

He held up his hands and glanced in the mirror above his head at Titan who was smirking. “No judgement here, Lotus.”

“Good. Now can we stop gossiping like a fucking knitting circle and go?”

“Hang on, Bertie needs a piss first.”

Hurricane got out of the car and walked Bertie around to where he knew the officers parked their cars on Gaol Street. He spied his target and led the little guy towards it, his body language relaxed as the dog sniffed and then lifted his leg and pissed on McCain’s car. It barely hit the wheel but it made Hurricane feel better and gave him a chance to crouch down and plant a small tracking device under the wheel.

“Come on, Bert, let’s go.”

He saw Lotus with her arms folded watching him from the corner with a grin on her face. She spun on her heel and got back in the car and he slid inside.

Lotus raised a brow at him. “Feel better now?”

“I do now I know I can track the weasley bastard and find out if he’s involved.”

“And you just happened to have a tracker on your person?”

“I was a boy scout, Lotus.”

“Bollocks.”

He huffed out a bark of laughter. “Titan slipped it to me when I got in the car.”

Lotus looked between them, her mouth hanging open. “What, so now you’re freaking telepathetic?”

“It’s telepathic.”

“I know what I wanted to say and that was it, asshole.”

“Easy, tiger.”

“Don’t make me beat your ass, Titan.”

“Easy. Hurricane just knows I don’t trust cops so when I gave it to him, no words were needed.”

“You two are dumb as shit. Watchdog could hack the vehicle management on that piece of shit and track it while sitting on the toilet.”

“Maybe but then I wouldn’t have had the satisfaction of watching Bertie piss on that douche bag’s car.”