Page 109 of Apex of the Curve
“On what charge?” Maverick demanded, scowling as the hair stood up on the back of my neck.
“No charge, yet. He’s wanted for questioning.”
“Yeah, fuck that. You can go through our lawyer,” Maverick said.
“You don’t want to come voluntarily?” the deputy asked, and it was the young buck from the first car.
“I don’t answer questions,” Fen said in a low growl of irritation.
“Here’s our lawyer’s number,” Maverick said handing a card over. “You tell whatever detective to call them. Now, if you’re not arresting any of us or charging us with anything? Do us a solid and go the fuck away. This is private property, and as you can see, we aren’t doing anything illegal.”
“I don’t see that at all,” one of the cops from the second car grumbled.
“Then charge one of us or off you fuck… sir,” Maverick said. “We all know our rights.”
“You sure you wanna get mixed up with the likes of these fellas?” the fat cop asked and held out my ID to me.
“I don’t answer questions,” I said firmly with a tart little eat-shit-and-die smile.
“Your funeral, little lady,” he said.
“I’ll take that bet and win it,” I shot back and a few of the guys from the club laughed at the man’s expense. He gave me a flat, unfriendly look, and I stood my ground, even though I felt my cheeks flush and my heart race in my breast.
“We’ll see, now won’t we?”
I wrinkled my nose impishly and reiterated for the umpteenth time, “I don’t answer questions.”
That got more laughter out of the guys still milling around.
“Best quit while you’re ahead, son,” Major said and laughed, his tongue ring winking in the light from the front of the club, which had several lights under the overhang running the length of the front of the building.
“Y’all have a nice night, now. Keep the peace,” one of the other guys said, tipping an imaginary hat.
“Alright, boys. Let these fine deputies get to more important things out there tonight,” Mav ordered.
They got in their cars and drove off and I practically sagged with relief.
“That wasn’t nothing,” Maverick said dryly. “We’re lucky they didn’t line us up and frisk us.”
“Naw, man. Why should they care? We were only beating the shit out of each other this time,” Fenris said, and I slightly jumped. I hadn’t seen him move up. I put my arms around him and hugged him gratefully.
“Yeah, well, it’s gonna be a hurry up and wait now to see what the fuck they want to talk to you about,” Maverick said. Fen just grunted noncommittally and sniffed.
“Let me get you some ice?” I asked softly, and he nodded down at me, whipping a black bandana out of one of his back pockets and wiping at his nose.
I looked over at Tic and murmured, “I’ll get you some too, on account of I’m not an asshole.”
Fenris laughed and gave me a squeeze, while Tic just scowled and gave me a solitary nod. I would take it, for whatever it was worth.
“You did good,” Maverick declared and hoped I didn’t glow outwardly from the praise. I would much rather keep that shit to myself on the inside.
Fenris, thankfully, let me fuss over him a little. I gave him two ice packs that Momma Kat and I put together. One for his nose and one for his swelling knuckles. When I had a stiff drink in his hand and him seated on one of the love seats I sighed and said, “One down, one to go.”
“What do you mean?” he asked me.
“You catch more flies with honey. I’m going to check on Tic if it’s all the same to you.”
“You’re a good woman,” he said, and it was something that he’d said before.
