print. Dropping his phone on the bed in disgust, Osiris wondered how in the world Kenzie had gotten mixed up with this criminal. This guy was as crooked as a lightning bolt.
He would talk to Ben Underwood tomorrow. In the meantime, his Little needed a lawyer. Searching in his contacts, he found the phone number for Thomas Covington’s Little girl, Carrie. The skilled trial attorney would know what to do. Osiris wished he’d thought to call her immediately.
“Carrie, it’s Osiris Jones, from SANCTUM.”
“You’re the firefighter, right? Are you at SANCTUM full-time now?” she asked, obviously pinpointing him in her mind.
“Getting started on my house any day now. I was taking my Little to check out my land there when we were pulled over and she was arrested.”
“Let me grab a pad of paper.”
With that, Carrie asked questions and soon had the entire story. She requested Eric bring over the papers in the morning along with a dollar to secure her services officially so she could act on Kenzie’s behalf. After reading the documents, she would contact the judge on the divorce records.
“I know it’s difficult to have Kenzie in police custody, but that may be the safest place for her. If this ex-husband is stalking her and targeting her electronically, he’s dangerous,” Carrie warned.
“Thank you for helping us. One document isn’t a copy. It is the original and contains actual signatures.” Osiris couldn’t agree with her statement. Kenzie would always be safer with him.
“The judge will decide to pull in the authorities if the papers indicate a crime,” Carrie warned.
Disconnecting, Osiris texted a request to Eric to take the papers to Carrie and promised to reimburse him for the dollar with a picture of his favorite beer. An emoji response of a filled stein let him know Eric would take care of everything tomorrow. With that completed, he forced himself to go shower. Osiris needed to get some sleep to stay sharp for whatever would come. Thank goodness for his firefighting background. He’d learned early in that career to push everything out of his mind and sleep when possible. Cupcake would have to snooze with him tonight.
Chapter 13
Making coffee the next morning after checking his email, Osiris tried to plan his day. Exasperated, he dropped to the floor as the hot beverage brewed to do push-ups. Physical activity always helped him think through everything more clearly. He was still at it when his phone rang.
Dropping to the floor, he grabbed his phone from his back pocket. “Carrie, do you have any news for me?”
“I’ve got bad news and good news. The court documents state that Kenzie turned over a packet of papers but that her ex requested time to verify that these were the ones he needed. The judge marked the file with the provision that the ex could reopen the file if he found something missing. Unfortunately, the judge didn’t set an expiration date. He reinstated the theft charge after the fire at Kenzie’s.”
“What? He could press charges even this many years later?”
“I agree. I’ve lodged a complaint. This is longer than most people keep detailed tax records. I hope that the judge will revoke the charges today.”
“But you can’t be sure?”
“No, it will depend on the judge’s availability to review the case and shut this down. The police can only follow the current ruling.”
“Do you have any better news for me?” he asked as he stood to retrieve his coffee.
“I definitely have a question for you. Eric brought the papers to my office. I’ve reviewed the documents you shared. With Kenzie’s okay, I will forward those to the prosecuting attorney for that area. The damning information about Dean Anders’ involvement in the sale of substandard building equipment detailed in those could put Kenzie’s ex in jail for a very long time. I need you to visit Kenzie this morning to update her. Then, she needs to request to talk to her lawyer. They will call me for her.”
“I’ll head over there now.” As a public servant who had risked his life for others, Osiris couldn’t comprehend the thought that someone had chosen to make a fast buck at the risk of others’ lives. As Kenzie’s Daddy, he wanted Dean out of her life for good.
“Eat, drink coffee,” Carrie suggested. “Kenzie will need the best from you.”
“Got it. Thanks, Carrie.”
Osiris took her advice. In his case, running was the best way to zap his fury at Kenzie’s ex-husband. Rummaging in his case, he pulled out some exercise clothes and