“Good job you had an FBI agent here all along.” Deveraux grinned, and their mouths dropped open.
“Are you fuckin’ telling me that the feds sent in an undercover FBI officer to investigate my department?” Holmes exploded, and Lio feared for the chief’s heart.
“You’re a fed?” Colm Woods, Deveraux’s partner, growled.
“Yeah, and this will work for us. And no, chief, I wasn’t here to inspect your station. I was here for Justice. Our story is simple. When you four recognised what you were up against with Justice, you realised a dirty cop was working here and reached out. Chief believed Houser was acting for Justice, but a few days ago, you guessed he wasn’t and figured out it was Tanner. Yesterday you suspended him, and Houser fled. We don’t know how Justice caught him, but the FBI has been working on this in conjunction with SPD. Houser and Tanner are linked; Houser and Justice aren’t.”
“We’ll look like fools,” Lio growled.
“No, you had information you were working with. PR is something I can spin easily. Let me do my job, and you do yours. A task force will be assigned, one the chief requested, and we’ll bring in local heroes, Willow Ware and Dan Grey. Chief Holmes, you handle the latest video, which I know is in your inbox, and I’ll manage the media and PR,” Deveraux said.
“What do the feds get?”
“Nothing; SPD will come out smelling of roses.” Devereaux smiled, and Lio eyed him suspiciously.
“You expect us to believe the feds won’t go for the glory?” Phil demanded as he and Lio exchanged glances.
“No. Because this Justice, he’s just beginning, and we need to stop him.”
“How can two hundred be just starting?” Lio asked.
“Because with Houser’s files under re-consideration, who do you think Justice will aim for? And how many assholes and backhanders has Houser dealt with over the years?”
“Shit Devereaux, any good news?” Phil spat.
“Yeah, Willow and Grey will be here this afternoon.”
“Wonderful,” Colm muttered, and Lio wholeheartedly agreed.
Chapter Six.
“Hey, you okay?” I asked as Dakota lowered himself onto the sofa. Dakota had arrived at twelve, citing he’d had to do something before meeting me, and I’d not pried.
“Yeah, just tired, baby. Chance has confirmed I’m pulling late starts this week at the garage so I can be here with you,” Dakota said, yawning.
“Did you see the news?” I asked, the subject I wanted to approach the most bubbling out of me. Dakota shook his head.
“Dak, you won’t believe this! Officer Houser was dirty and confessed everything in a video and named Tanner as the guy paying him. Houser mentioned several crimes he covered up for Tanner, and it’s all over the news,” I said excitedly.
“Damn, what?” Dakota asked, peering at the tv in confusion.
“Houser admitted being a sleazy cop and covering up for what I witnessed. My name was one of the last to leave Houser’s lips. The media speculate Houser’s dead, but the police won’t confirm. SPD won’t confirm if Houser was allegedly murdered by this vigilante called Justice who, get this, has killed over thirty more people who escaped justice!” I exclaimed, and Dakota nodded.
“Wow, honey, that’s shit,” Dakota said, and I glanced at him, slightly surprised.
“Bad? Dakota, it’s wonderful and terrifying. Now Tanner knows he’s been outed. Maybe he’ll leave me alone. And how scary is it that Spearfish has a vigilante who’ll confront a dirty cop?” I cried. “This guy’s a hero!”
“Doubt the vigilante sees himself that way,” Dakota muttered, puzzling me.
“What are you on about?” I asked. Dakota shook himself and then pounced.
“How tired are you?” he asked. It was half-past two in the morning, but I was fully alert with Dakota’s hard body pressed into mine.
“Wide awake,” I whispered as Dakota’s mouth descended on my lips.
“Burning for you,” Dakota groaned before he sank into the hottest kiss I’d yet received. Dakota didn’t peck. He ravaged with his lips, sending sensations to my pussy that they’d never felt before. Dakota’s lips sent shivers down my spine, and his tongue caused searing heat and wetness between my legs, which made me rub against him like a cat in season. Dakota’s kiss was off the charts at so many levels and dazed me as I lay pliable beneath him.
“Then fuck me,” I whispered when Dakota ended the kiss. His eyes almost melted me. The burning passion and possessiveness were a terrible contrast but panty-melting hot. Dakota’s lips twitched, and he yanked me onto his lap, so I straddled him. His hands cupped my breasts as I dropped my mouth to kiss him again. I could become addicted to Dakota’s kisses. They were intoxicating. His hand rose and cupped the back of my neck, and Dakota deepened the kiss as my pelvis settled over his groin. A palm gripped my waist, holding me in place as the temperature rocketed up. I gasped as Dakota broke the connection and surged upwards, teeth nipping the delicate skin beneath my ear as he sucked on my throat at the pulse.