Free Fight For Me by Hayden Braeburn Page A

Morgan is working the case with me, and while
she's good with research, anything you can give us is helpful.
    He saw Cassidy try and fail to conceal a
slight eye roll. “If I knew who had done it, I wouldn't need you to
investigate, now would I?”
    Bitch. “All I'm asking for is a start,
Counselor. We're looking at your cases, both tried and pending, and
we're taking special care with the those you have tried or were
slated to try in front of Judge Simmons, but it'd be much easier
for you to give us names than for us to cull through. You will know
what cases were major and what just had your name on them.” He
pinned her with a glare. “We know what we're doing; what we're
asking for is a little cooperation.” He paused then, allowing her a
moment to squirm beneath his scrutiny, then went on, “I'd think as
an officer of the court, you'd understand that.”
    She sucked in a breath, her eyes downcast.
“You're right. I'm sorry. I have a lot on my mind right now.” She
slid a heated look at her boyfriend. “I haven't sat down to make a
list yet, but it's something Dylan and I will do later today.”
    He nodded genially, every bit the consummate
professional. “You can email it to me if that's easier.”
    “Thank you, Detective. We will do that,” she
agreed before grasping the brooding bodyguard's hand and leading
him away. Brandon shook his head. That man was a sniper, a Ranger,
a skip-tracer, hell, he was even a hero, but he was also pussy
whipped. How the mighty have fallen.
    ~*~
    The hair on the back of Dylan's neck stood
on end, and he darted his gaze around the hallway. “Your office.
Now. Don't stop,” he commanded quietly. Something was off, but he
didn't know what. The trial had gone well, the bastards punished
for the rape of a young woman, and the families had all filed out
the door minutes ago.
    “What? Why?” she murmured as they made their
way down the hall and into the elevator. “What's wrong?”
    He hit the door close button, leaving the
two of them alone in the car. “I'm not sure. A feelin' like we were
being watched.”
    “Your spidey senses?” she joked.
    He managed a smile. “You don't stay alive in
war zones without them, darlin'.”
    “I'm glad you have them then,” she said
softly.
    Him too. Now, he just had to figure out what
had his nerves on edge. He learned early on that if he thought
something was wrong, it was, and if he thought he was being
watched, someone was watching. “Who would be here, watchin'
you?”
    She shook her head. “Any number of people. I
just sent four men away for a long, long time.”
    “Those weren't men, and they deserve
everythin' dished out to them and more.” Animals like that, who
forced themselves on women, didn't deserve to live. “Have you
received threats from the families of those four?”
    “Not that I'm aware of, but Rochelle would
know more than I do; she takes care of the mail.”
    “Good thing we're headed to your office,
then.” He might not trust Detective Davis, but he was right—they
needed to sit down and compile a list of possible suspects. Now was
as good a time as any.
    ~*~
    They exited the elevator, and Cassidy had to
admit she was shaken. If something could set her big, bad Ranger on
high alert, she wanted to know who it was. As they made their way
into her office, Rochelle sat up straight in her chair. “Recess?”
she asked.
    “We're finished, actually. Just one day of
questioning.” She shook her head. “The defense didn't try very
hard, to be honest. The jury didn't deliberate for more than an
hour, and found all four guilty.”
    “They were guilty.”
    “That they were,” she agreed. “Although, if
I were defending them, I'd have brought in an expert on steroids to
speak to the affect of so much testosterone on such young men.
Their defense was almost non-existent. It would've made more sense
for them to have just plead guilty.”
    Rochelle's dark eyes narrowed. “Why didn't
they? Why go through the motions