Taking It Slow - Reese Knightley Page 0,44
place more days than at Spencer’s apartment. And Liam had done everything he could to keep Wesley and Spencer’s minds off the violent events.
It wasn’t even seven o’clock in the morning yet, but the sun had risen, sending the morning light over the coast.
“I’ll make arrangements over the phone,” Spencer murmured, setting his head back on the arm of the couch.
Liam stayed silent.
“You think that’s a shitty thing to do?”
He gazed up from where his hands caressed Spencer’s heel resting on his thigh.
“No.”
Spencer and Wesley had been through enough at the hands of their mother.
Tiredness clung to Spencer’s eyes and lines bracketed his mouth.
“I don’t think you’re capable of doing anything shitty.”
Spencer snorted. “I’ve done my share of shitty things.”
“Oh yeah?” That piqued his interest. “Like what?”
“When I was a kid, I stole a root beer from the local store,” Spencer said quietly.
“How old were you?”
“Ten. I was so scared.”
“I can imagine.”
“I couldn’t sleep until I asked my dad for the fifty cents the following weekend and I went down and paid the woman back.”
“What did she say?”
“Nothing. I just placed the money on the counter, said thank you, and ran.”
“Ahh… escaped without confessing?” He quirked a brow with a grin.
“Damn right,” Spencer suddenly laughed. “Mrs. Metzler was a large German lady who put the fear of God into us little kids.”
“I would have dropped the money and ran too.”
The doorbell chimed and he lifted Spencer’s feet.
“I’ll be right back.”
Spencer sat up and grabbed his sneakers.
He reached the front door and through the large window next to the door, he saw two cop cars lined up in his driveway.
That was weird. Why would Detective Stew bring the cops to deliver news? Unless they had found the murder weapon.
Liam opened the door and felt Spencer by his side.
One more cop car rolled through the gate with lights flashing.
“What the fuck?” Liam muttered to Spencer as he stepped out of the house.
“Mr. Spencer Turner,” the lead officer said.
“No. I’m Colonel Liam Cobalt.”
“I’m sorry, Colonel. I’m looking for Spencer Turner.”
“I’m Captain Turner,” Spencer spoke up, his arms crossed.
“We have a warrant for your arrest, Captain.” The cop looked sorry as hell.
What the fuck? “The hell you do,” he snarled. If Spencer said he didn’t keep a weapon at his parents’ house, then he didn’t keep a weapon there.
“Liam.” Spencer put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay. Do me a favor. Keep Wesley safe for me.”
“What’s this about?” he snarled at the cop closest to them and the man wisely backed away, his hand on the butt of his holstered weapon.
“It’s probably just more questions.” Spencer looked back toward the house.
“Give him a chance to say goodbye to his brother,” Liam said tightly.
“I’m sorry, sir.” The cop snapped cuffs on Spencer’s wrists behind his back. “His brother can come to the station.”
“Keep Wesley away from this, Liam.” Spencer’s eyes were dead and his lips firm. “Promise me.”
“I promise.” He held Spencer’s gaze.
Another car pulled into the driveway, this was a luxury vehicle, and he growled with frustration when it came to a stop. The driver wearing a cap stepped out and opened the back door. His ex-wife stepped out dressed in a slinky, bright red dress. She stepped forward with an exaggerated sway of her hips and sniffed at the cops in the driveway.
“Consorting with the help, Liam?”
“Don’t be catty, Marly. You used to be nice,” he snapped.
She turned as red as her dress and gave a scathing glare at Spencer and then a waspish smile. “I’ll take care of him,” she taunted with a throaty purr and sashayed closer.
Spencer threw him a hurt look that gutted him.
“Don’t worry,” he called to Spencer as the cops guided him around his ex-wife.
Liam gnashed his teeth and watched as Spencer was loaded into the car and the cops left his driveway.
“Are you going to invite me in?”
He turned on her. “No, I’m not. You better hope Spencer didn’t take your little charade personally.”
“So what if he did?” she said, looking bored.
“I’m done being nice. Don’t come here again without calling first.”
He could only imagine what Spencer was thinking. Fuck!
“Liam!” She stamped her foot.
“Jason?” He ignored her manipulation. He would have caved a month ago, but not now.
“Yes, sir?” The guard stepped up.
“See that these people leave my property immediately. They are no longer welcome here.” All sense of decorum gone, he didn’t have time for her bullshit.
“Yes, sir.” Jason turned on the driver and Marly.
Liam didn’t wait, he hurried back into the house. Pulling his