Remy (Golden Glades Henchmen MC 4)

Which did nothing to ease the knot in my stomach as I wondered if it was the hospital or the police calling about both of my parents.

My palms were sweaty as I cleared my throat and swiped the screen.

“Hello?” I could hear the fear in my voice. It was a cold snake coiling across my belly, tightening, then slithering upward to wrap around my throat.

“Miss Landry?” a voice said, making that snake tighten so hard that I couldn’t pull in a proper breath.

“Yes.”

“This is Officer Wayne of the Miami P.D.”

Miami.

And just like that, the snake slithered away, allowing me to take a deep breath.

My parents weren’t in Miami. They only came down for the off-season now.

Still, the police in the middle of the night were never a good thing.

For a quick moment, a part of me was worried that the Locust guys had just like… reported me. And I was about to be arrested for saving those poor dogs.

But then I heard it.

An almost annoyingly familiar sound.

The alarm at The Main Squeeze.

There was a period the summer before when it would go off for no godly reason, just shrieking over and over, giving everyone an immediate headache, and making me be able to feel my blood pressure rising with anxiety as I fiddled with it until I could get it to shut the hell up.

“Is something wrong?” I asked, already climbing off the bed.

“We got reports of the alarm going off at this location. We came to investigate. Everything seems fine here, but we need you to come and turn off the alarm.”

“Right. Yes, of course,” I said, rushing across the room.

I grabbed my purse and keys, and remembered to slip into shoes as I jotted down a quick note to Myles before making my way toward the garage.

“I will be right there,” I said as I got into my car.

And, truly, I just wasn’t thinking.

I was acting on instinct, like I would act as if it was any other day in my life.

Not like I was hiding away in a safe house from guys who wanted to kill me.

I would blame tiredness, being woken from a deep sleep. But at the end of the day, I wasn’t sure my response would be any different if I had gotten the call in the middle of the afternoon.

It was the police.

And everything seemed above-board.

The alarm was the right alarm. And it was true that I was the only one who could turn it off because I had the code and the key and knew the account information for the security company.

Even when I pulled up, it seemed right.

A police cruiser with a flashing light.

An officer in his uniform.