He gave a light nod and pulled the hoody over his head, disappearing out the steel door.
I hung my head. Alyx was gone. I had no idea where she was. And to make things worse, I was in here, behind bars and unable to do shit about finding her.
“Do you think the Pythons are behind this?” Onyx went to sit back down on the bunk.
“It crossed my mind.”
“But?”
I bit the inside of my mouth. “I dunno. It just doesn’t seem like the Pythons’ typical MO.”
“Maybe they decided to be a little less predictable this time. And since you and Ink have been burying and burning dead Pythons, it wouldn’t be surprising if Slither upped his game.”
I opened my mouth, wanting to respond, when the steel door opened again.
“PC wants to see you.” It was the same detective who smuggled Manic in here, one of those dirty cops on our payroll.
I straightened. “Detective Harrison, right?”
“Yeah.”
“What the fuck is going on?”
He leaned closer, glancing at the door to make sure we were not overheard. “PC wants his daughter, man.”
“Yeah. And we were helping him find her.” I was getting sick of playing this game.
He shook his head. “An anonymous tip came through this morning. Said his daughter was spotted with Kings in Coney Island.”
I roughed my hand through my hair. “Who gave the tip?”
He lifted his shoulders. “Fuck me if I know.”
“Yo, Harrison.” Another guy peeked through the door. “The PC is waiting for him. Hurry the fuck up.”
Harrison unlocked the cell door and held out a pair of cuffs. I hesitated, thought I’d try to make his head implode with my mind. But he gave me a once-over and lifted a brow. “Don’t make trouble, okay?”
“You ain’t getting no trouble from me.” I held out my hands, planting my wrists together. The cuffs were cold, and he tightened them a little too fucking tight.
Two armed officers stood by the door. They were packing heavy security around me. Probably a good thing because I was one threat away from ripping every goddamn person’s heart out in order to find my Alyx.
They cuffed me to a chair in one of the interrogation rooms. It wasn’t my first rodeo. I’d been in rooms like these more times than I could count.
One-way mirrors.
Security cameras.
Little to no air conditioning. The more you sweated, the more anxious you got, the easier you talked. Usually, I’d be super chilled while waiting in one of these rooms, confident the cops wouldn’t be able to rattle me. But not today. Today was different. There was so much more on the line than telling lies and getting out of trouble. Protecting the crew. It was about Alyx. It was about getting myself out of here so I could go protect the one person who had somehow managed to become the center of my fucking life.
The PC walked in, the look on his face making his distaste for me known. “You son of a bitch. All this time, you lied to me.”
“It’s not like that.”
“Then why don’t you tell me exactly how it is?” He sat across from me, and I tugged at the cuff keeping me in place in the chair.
“You need to let me go so I can find your daughter.”
“Not this time, Lincoln Walker.”