And waited.
And waited some more.
By the time an hour had passed, I was well and truly heartbroken.
And more than a little bit disgusted in myself.
What had I been expecting? Happily ever after?
That kind of thing didn’t happen to women like me.
Thirteen
I hate getting mad. It takes me like two and a half years to calm down.
—Silver to Webber
WEBBER
I pulled my phone out of my pocket, fully intending to send her the location of my place, but dropped my new phone when the huge bay door that I’d been closing after letting Silver and her car out was ripped out of my hands.
At first I thought it was the wind, but when the door swung all the way open again, I was staring at Officer Moran and four other federal agents that had FBI in yellow letters across the Kevlar vests that they were wearing.
Fuck.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
“Piers Webb, you’re under arrest,” the man in front, an older gentleman with salt and pepper hair, said.
My brows rose. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Moran snorted. “Got you.”
“May I ask what I’m being arrested for?” I asked, knowing that they had nothing on me.
“No, you may not,” the second FBI agent said. “Now, turn around and put your hands behind your back.”
Knowing that resisting arrest, even if I wanted to, would only give them ammunition, I chose to comply and turned my back around to them.
“You armed?” third FBI guy asked.
“I’m always armed.” I nearly rolled my eyes. “This is Texas.”
I had a legal and constitutional right to carry, especially since I lived in Texas.
I was not a felon—at least that they knew of—and had every legal right on my side.
Yet, the way that they threw me down on the ground upon hearing that meant they thought differently.
Still I didn’t fight, even though I could’ve had all of these fuckers on the ground and out cold if I wanted.
“How do I know you’re actually an FBI agent?” I asked. “I’m cooperating, and you’re mistreating me greatly. I hope you know that I have every single inch of this place wired.”
“Sure,” the salt and pepper-haired douche said. “But cameras sometimes mess up.”
I rolled my eyes, catching his badge that had Special Agent Moran stamped on it. “Not mine.”
Of course, there would be a second Moran to deal with.
