ask Jax, his spy friend. He knows everything. It wouldn’t surprise me if he hadn’t seen this whole thing coming.
“You all right, Jo?” the woman asks.
I realize I’ve been staring into space. “I need to think about it.”
“We have to stay here due to the damage we caused,” she says. “Probably not one of Judd’s finer decisions.” She cocks her head at the other officer. “But once we get your statement, I can call another squad car to come for you. Or would you like your family?”
“I’m not sure.” Although I sort of want my mother right now.
“Let’s sit down,” she says. We move to the back, out of range of the shattered glass.
“Why were you patrolling near me?” I ask.
“Despite the impression my fellow officers might have given this afternoon, those boys tossing pyrotechnics in your house is a pretty big deal.”
“Really? They were just Black Cats.”
“We see the pattern. They’ve escalated from broken car windows to home invasion.” She gestures to the boxing ring. “And this was pretty serious, what they were doing here.”
I know this. “Have they done…that…before?”
“I doubt it’s the first time it’s popped into their seedy little brains.”
“I get the impression they don’t appreciate female fighters.”
She frowns. “Punks are punks.”
“Is the damage going to cause you a problem?” I ask.
“This place has a record a mile long. I’m not going to lose sleep over it.” She pulls out a small tablet. “I saw most of the interaction, but I’ll still need a statement in your own words.”
I go over what happened. I regret, now that I know people were watching, the potshot at Axel. “He might need medical attention,” I say.
“I’ll put out notice at the hospital and clinics,” she says. “They’ll lie low for a bit, but it’ll be hard for them to resist the underground fights this weekend. We’ll pick them up there if we haven’t before. That is, if we have something to pick them up for.” She looks at me pointedly.
When I don’t respond, she digs around and produces a card. “Call me if you decide to press charges.” She peers out the broken window. “Looks like Big Daddy has arrived to assess the damage. This’ll be fun. We have backup now. I’ll have Officer Jones take you home.”
She walks me out to a second squad car. Three male officers are talking. The man in the gray sweats from the other night jumps out of a pickup and starts cursing as soon as he sees the window. “What the hell have you done to my gym?” he roars.
“A crime was in progress at this address,” Officer Su says evenly. “We had to take necessary actions.”
He spots me. “I remember you.” His face turns mottled with red. “You caused that big scene at my fight.”
Officer Su turns her hard stare on him. “Your fight with illegal betting,” she says. “Your gym rats have been hounding Jo and her brother ever since. Tonight, they added attempted rape to their rap sheet, right here on your property. I think a broken window is the least of your problems if you want to stay open.”
He sneers at her. “You don’t know anything about my business.” He has an overconfident air about him, as though he knows somebody bigger than Officer Su has his back.
I have no doubt he does.
But then, I have The Cure.
Chapter Twelve
The jolly veteran Officer Jones drives me back to my mom’s house after a quick stop at my own place to pick up some necessities. He thinks it best if I stay with her until Colt makes it into town.
“She’ll keep you from going after those punk boys,” he says with a laugh. “I do believe if there hadn’t been three of them, we’d be taking their statements in the hospital.” He shakes his head.
I think, if I’d had my hurricane, it wouldn’t have mattered that there were three of them. I feel like a fraud. I couldn’t protect myself. The worst almost happened. My hands shake. I can’t seem to get the images