Page 31 of Starving Butterfly
“I think it’s time for you to leave son,” Senator Jeffery spoke. Simmons opened the door; I stepped in right behind.
“What the fuck?” I muttered under my breath; the thought was mutual, and the hatred bloomed behind Cole’s eyes.
“Fucking hell, what are you doing here?” He groaned. I stood there a moment longer than necessary. It was the first time I saw him outside the hospital in clear daylight. The church shooting flashed behind my eyes, his bullets flying towards me. Chaos and bloodshed, and the angry yells from Summer as I shot her. I was in for some deep shit.
“Ah Jones right?” Senator Mathew asked, and I just blinked, trying to get my head straight.
I could see the family resemblance; both had a large frame and a well-built chest. Their noses have a similar curve. Senator Mathew had brown eyes, and Cole had gray ones.
“Yeah, we met a few months back sir,” I replied curtly.
“Please stand up with your hands behind your back,” Simmons instructed Cole.
“Of course officer,”Cole stood.
“How did that pan out, with that lawyer? What was his name? A—” The senator’s words were cut off as Cole slammed into me.
I fell backward, blocking my face as a second punch vibrated my jaw.
“Get off me,” I yelled, throwing a jab towards his side. He groaned and grabbed my head, smashing it into the ground. Pain shot across my skull, but I didn’t have time to analyze it.
“You sold him out, you son of a bitch.” He spat at me as I blocked another blow. I needed to move. To do anything to get him off me, but it was no use; he was fiddling with my holster, trying for my pistol.
“I didn’t do anything to him,” I grunted, landing another solid punch in his ribs.
The taser landed on his neck with a second to spare. My gun clattered to the ground beside my head as Cole’s body fell to the other side. Simmons slapped cuffs on his wrists. I rolled and sat up, holstering my pistol, and Simmons grabbed my hand, pulling me to my feet. “Jesus Christ Jones, what the hell did you do to him?” She slapped me on the back as I tentatively checked the skin around my eye.Yep, I’ll have a black eye.
“It’s a long story, let’s just get him out of here.” I hauled Cole’s limp body up and over my shoulder, groaning from the weight. This guy must have weighed close to three-hundred pounds, a fucking oak tree.
“Goodbye detectives,” Jeffery’s voice too cheery.
I flipped him off as Simmons opened the door and we walked out.
As soon as we got to her Humvee, I dropped his ass on the seat and cuffed his ankles.
“I am not driving that raging asshole, you take him.”
“Fine,” I muttered as we exchanged keys.
The engine turned over, and I was just reversing when a brunette woman came out of the building, waving me down to stop.
“Detective, these are the papers, the Senator is not pressing charges.” She said, out of breath, and her lipstick was smeared, her face flushed. I grabbed the papers and shoved them into the passenger seat.
“Thanks.”
“Where am I?”Cole groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. He was handcuffed to a chair in my living room as I packed up the remaining gear to leave, Kade and James were meeting up with a contact they knew to get a scope of the Obsidian’s warehouse or whatever, I was supposed to be there by now but obviously delayed.
“Not jail,” I replied, shuffling some paperwork, some blueprints, and a list of supplies already on their way.
“Why?” he asked. I heard the fiddling of handcuffs, and I sighed, walking to the kitchen and pulling out a bottle of bourbon.
“We got off on the wrong foot,” I spoke as I poured two glasses. “I am not an evil bastard, I didn’t sell Addams’s out. All I did was ask if we would be able to get a warrant. Capt. was the one who brought your father into it. Swell guy by the way.” I took a swig of the amber liquid, setting it down on the coffee table between us. The bottle rested between the glasses.
“Why should I believe you? You shot her.” He jabbed at me.
“Okay true, I did shoot Summer, but would she have pulled the trigger faster than his knife plunge?” I asked.
He looked to mull that over in thought; I walked behind him. He flinched; I held up a key.
