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soon enough. I was just waiting on you to get curious and head up here. Give me a week or two and I’ll see what I can find out for you.”
    “Call me on the cell phone, don’t bother with the office,” Jackson told him, standing to his feet, tension radiating along his body. He was being fucked in his own office and it wasn’t sitting well with him. But it was no more than he had expected since taking the job after his uncle’s death. He could only imagine how Tobias had felt.
    “Will do.” Jacob nodded. “You watch your back though, buddy. Martin is the mayor’s little ass kisser, and if he’d dirty dealing then you can bet that old bastard is behind it.”
    Jackson grunted. He knew that well.
    “I’m heading back down then.” He tucked his glasses back on his face, trying to stem the anger flowing through his body.
    “I’ll be in touch,” Jacob nodded.
    Jackson left the yard and strode quickly back to the jeep. Son of a bitch, just what he needed right now, a fucking conspiracy.
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    CHAPTER NINE

    Rebecca stomped into the building, her hands fisted at her sides. Her hair was pulled from her bun and she was sure a bruise was blooming along her left cheekbone.
    Adrenalin drove her, she’d had enough of this petty “boys’ club” shit and now she was out for blood. Bryan came out of the restroom and almost collided with her on her way to the break room.
    He jumped back, his eyes wide as he took in her appearance and expression.
    “Damn, Rebecca, what happened?”
    “Domestic disturbance. Route 109. The Millers.” She just wanted a cold pop and some ice for her throbbing cheek.
    “You shoulda called for back up. Those two are vicious.”
    Rebecca gave Bryan a look that had him lifting his hands and taking a step back.
    Officers Ed Martin and Roby Davis came through the front door; their noisy jibes and chuckles were like spikes through her skull. She spun around and marched back to where they stood. They turned on her, Ed with his mocking grin. Roby just leered.
    “Where the hell were you two?” Her jaw was clenched.
    “We was patrolin’, Officer Taylor. What were you doin’?” Ed asked, his hands on his fat hips.
    “Cut the shit! I called for back up,” she growled through her teeth, shaking with fury. Fantasies of plowing her fists into their fat faces played in her mind, tempting her.
    Her short nails bit into her palms as she fought to keep them at her sides.
    “Well yeah, but we was otherwise occupied and couldn’t get to you.” They looked at one another. Ed winked. “‘Sides, Taylor, you’re from the big city, the streets of Detroit. You tellin’ us you couldn’t handle a bickerin’ couple?”
    She stared at them both incredulously. Dear God, no one was safe with these two idiots on patrol. “Oh, I handled them, Officers,” she said in a snide tone. “They’re both disarmed and locked up tight in the patrol car for now. Mr. Miller needs stitches.”
    Frustration and rage were churning in her stomach. Her cheek stung and her attitude was just getting worse, and if she didn’t get some distance between them she was going to hurt someone. “To hell with it, I need a pop.” She turned to walk away.
    “A pop?” Roby asked. “Looks like you done had you a pop, missy.”
    That was it, the last straw. The tight grip Rebecca had on her restraint slipped. She whirled around and charged, only to be caught around the waist. She struggled in vain against the steely arm that held her and kicked back, hoping to connect with a shin.
    Jackson set Rebecca down, meeting her sharp gaze with one of his own, when she twisted around, fists raised. She rolled her shoulder, breathing heavily through her nose, but dropped her hands. Nevertheless, Jackson laid his hand tightly on her shoulder. He stared at Roby then looked at each of them in turn, his eyes narrowing at Rebecca, then 42
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    he looked at Bryan. “What in the hell is going on?”