Quadruplets Make Six

“Are-are you sure?” I met her eyes. I hated to ask her, but I had to.

“Yes. It was like fucking teenagers in the ER documenting their shitty choices.” She just about rolled her eyes and I tried not to laugh. In that moment, I saw Rose and I had something in common. Humor makes everything fucking easier to handle.

“I saw a guy run off,” I said softly, afraid of how it would affect her.

“Are you sure?” She turned my question back on me.

“Positive.”

She arched her brow and blew out a frustrated breath as she combed her hands through her hair. She started pacing around the room and when she reached the end of the couch, she stopped and looked at me. The expression on her face was something I never wanted to see on her again. Fear.

“I’m being watched.”

Chapter Sixteen: Max

It was funny how even a locker room full of adult men could be just like a locker room back in high school, maybe even junior high. I finished a twenty-four-hour stint and was exhausted, but needed a good shower and a very important convers

ation with the guys before I slept it all off.

Everything I found out was burning a hole in my brain and I needed to pass it on fast. It really got me thinking of Rose, which made my shower very uncomfortable because I couldn’t jack off once I started thinking about her naked, ramming my cock in her over and over. Unfortunately, the thought of her in danger eclipsed everything. We had to figure this out, and fast.

I wrapped my waist in a towel and stepped out into the locker room, which was finally empty just as I knew it would be at that time. I already knew that Nate and Alex were coming in. It just wasn’t private enough in the precinct, and Alex was still getting too many visitors and such about his promotion. This case was already blowing up and if we gave too much away at once, we would lose it entirely. The three of us operated like that sometimes, certain cases that needed to be contained. We were good that way, and the Lieutenant appreciated it. We sort of made the seventy-eighth what it was in the past few years, but we didn’t like to think much of it.

We just did our jobs.

I managed to put deodorant on before they came busting in the room. Fuckers.

“Fuck do you want man, this is my tea time!” Nate just about shoved me into my locker before sitting on the old wooden bench. Alex just shook his head and leaned against the locker. I still hadn’t gotten used to seeing him in a suit all the time.

“I sort of figured everything out.”

“Sort of? Everything? You don’t sound very convincing.” Alex crossed his arms and I about rolled my eyes at him. I mean I love him like a brother but sometimes he can be an entitled prick. His slightly swollen eye hadn’t gone down yet.

Ugh, that was my lack of sleep talking.

“I have a guy on the inside, you remember Keeg?” I asked them. They both nodded.

Keeg was a guy we took down way back in our early days, and got him off by basically hiring him as our inside guy to the Irish mob. It was a little messed up, since he was committing crimes, probably felonies, and we weren’t arresting him. But it helped us close the bigger cases so…yeah, that was the American police system.

“I had a feeling about him after Amy connected all these crimes. His mob was behind those shakedowns a few years back, way before our time.” I start getting dressed because the towel was scratchy. “Anyway, I called him up just to see if he had any ‘idea’ and he didn’t take too kindly to being accused. But that’s besides the point—he knew some shit.”

“Some shit?” Nate chuckled.

“Yeah. A lot of it. Turns out these killings are the same as those robberies back then.”

They both looked confused and I knew why.

Those robberies back then were just that, robberies. They were fairly low on the radar even though they were so many. Mostly because the guys were all rich and no one honestly cared about the few hundred dollars that were stolen from them. Of course, there was an investigation at the time and minimal security once they were all linked, but once they figured out why they got robbed, their wealthy asses skipped town.

“So, they go from shaking to killing? That doesn’t really make much sense.” Nate commented.

I rolled my eyes and finished getting dressed. Once my gun belt was on, Alex got a call and got all stoic. It lasted a few seconds and sounded pretty serious.

“What was that about?” Nate asked him first. Alex ticked his jaw, as he always did when he was tense.

“Some assault in an alley near the crime scene of our vic. I don’t know all the details, but it sounds like our guy’s MO.”

“Another dead victim, then?” I concluded regretfully. A dead victim didn’t do much for us in terms of catching the suspect.