“I just wanted to help him, and then I realized you were in danger, too,” he said. The cops might be adding things up, but they didn’t have any concrete information. It was well worth the trip to the interrogation room, even if he did have to buy Simone a new car. “I’m sorry I can’t help you other than that.” He flattened his hands on the table, heating his hands so he wouldn’t leave prints.
“What about the weapon?” Alexandra asked, a snap in her voice.
What would it take to get her to lose that edge? To make her tone husky? Needy? He shifted his weight again, trying to force down his suddenly raging cock. “I didn’t have a weapon.”
“You did.” She lowered her chin. “The other two men threw balls of fire, and I saw you return fire. You had a weapon, something new, that I haven’t discovered as of yet.”
He leaned back. “I don’t know of any weapon that throws fireballs.” He rubbed his chin, wondering what color bra she wore. Probably tan or white, considering he couldn’t even catch a glimpse. “You hit your head, and you went down, so I’m afraid your mind is messing with you.”
She reached in the file and shoved another set of pictures toward him. “Burn marks on the brick building, the garbage dumpsters, and even the flower pots. Burn marks.”
He shook his head, careful not to touch the pictures. “One of the men who came into the alley did have some sort of road flares, and he tried to ignite everything. That’s when I got you out of there.”
“Where is that man now?” Detective Phillips asked quietly.
“I truly don’t know.” Dead and buried where he’d never be found. “I’m sorry I didn’t get his name.”
Kell had had to take him out quickly in order to get Alexandra to safety. He’d called in a cleanup crew for the extra two bodies, while leaving the first junkie. So far the human medical examiners had failed to find a trace of the drug in any corpses the drug left behind. Somehow, the thing evaporated after incinerating all the internal organs. Sometimes they couldn’t even find a centimeter of the spleen.
Simone’s phone buzzed, and she reached into a five-thousand-dollar briefcase to draw it out. Reading the face, she shoved her chair back from the table. “This interview is over. Get up, Kellach.”
Kell stretched to his feet, his focus narrowing at the smile twitching Alexandra’s lips. “What’s happened?”
Simone grasped his arm. “The garages, the clubhouse, and the club apartment complex are being raided at Titans of Fire Motorcycle Club.”
Alexandra smiled, triumph sliding across her face. “The burn marks gave me probable cause for a warrant. Enemies, right?”
Chapter 4
Kell leaned back in the leather chair, his gaze focusing across the banged up oak table in the club’s main conference room. The smell of sweat, motor oil, and tequila danced around.
Pyro sat at the head, gaze somber. His nephew and vice president, Duck, sat at his side.
Three more heavy-set, rough, angry Fire members lounged around the table, while Kell’s brother, Daire, leaned against the door, his gaze inscrutable, his eyes a blazing green.
“How bad?” Kell asked quietly.
“Two caught with a little meth, three with unregistered weapons,” Pyro noted. “Could’ve been helluva lot worse, if we hadn’t had those three hours to clear the place.”
Daire nodded. “We should keep headquarters clean at all times, because I’m sure the police will be back.”
“I say we take out that bitch of a detective,” Duck muttered in a gratingly nasal tone.
Fire lashed through Kell, but he didn’t move. “You want to take out a policewoman? Are you fucking crazy?” He focused on Duck’s bloodshot eyes and fidgety fingers. “Or are you sampling the meth?”
Duck hissed. “We all sample the meth, and now I want to take a try of Apollo.”
Fucking stupid name. The drug was rumored to make the taker feel like a god by somehow giving humans witch-like powers before killing them. “The last two who tried Apollo ended up bleeding out in alleys,” Kell said.
“Pussies,” Duck returned. He turned toward his uncle. “Have you sampled it yet?”
“No. Wanted to flood the streets and make some money first, but next batch that arrives, we’ll sample.” Pyro shot a hard look Kell’s way. “All of us will take a hit, right?”
“Of course,” Kell said smoothly. “When will that be, anyway?” He was running out of patience and time to get answers.
Pyro’s lips stretched back in a parody of a smile. “Soon enough. Did you bang that bitch last night or what?”
“Or what.” Kell kept his voice level and his expression nearly bored, when all he wanted to do was punch through Pyro’s face to the wall behind his head. “The police think we’re supplying the drug, and you’re supplying guns for our brethren back in Northern Ireland.”
Duck chuckled. “So they have it exactly backward.”
Stupid little fucktard had to state the obvious. Kell nodded. “Exactly.”
“When will our next shipment of guns be arriving? We have an order from the Alaskan Crips I’d like to fill,” Pyro said.
“Soon enough,” Kell repeated.
Duck sneered. “What are these weapons that throw fire I keep hearing about?”