the opposite direction. The shattering of the driver’s side window startled him. Tony reached for his weapon, unable to grip the handle before strong hands landed on his shoulders. The door opened, his head and body crashing to the hard asphalt surface, stunning him.
“Who the fuck are you?” Chaos knelt beside him, a knee in Tony’s back. Getting no answer, he slid a phone from his pocket and made a call, never loosening his hold on his captive. “I need backup, maybe Bettencourt. I’ve got the man who’s been stalking Kat and her family.” He provided a location before hanging up.
When Tony tried to pull away, Chaos tightened his hold. “Tell me your name and why you’re watching my friends.”
He’d left his gun in the truck, which had been a good decision. The police would be showing up at any moment.
When Tony didn’t answer, Chaos dug his knee harder into the man’s back while checking his pockets. Finding a wallet, he flipped it open.
“Anthony Corso? Is that your real name, because the driver’s license is fake.” Chaos shook his head at the identification’s low quality. A couple credit cards fell from the wallet, both showing the same name.
“I’m guessing the first name is correct, but not the last name. Am I right, Tony?”
His captive grunted, but didn’t confirm or deny. Bright lights drew Chaos’s attention. Behind his truck, two police cruisers stopped, four officers exiting, guns in their hands. He recognized Officer Elaine Brownell.
Before the officers reached him, a third cruiser drove in behind them. Geoff Bettencourt climbed out, rushing past his officers.
Taking a look at Chaos, then the man on the ground, Geoff holstered his weapon. “Who the hell is he and why are you restraining him?”
Chapter Twenty-One
Gunner removed the last of the censors and shucked out of the hospital gown, shoving his legs into his jeans. The easy part over, he grabbed his shirt.
Fargo shoved away from where he leaned against the doorframe. Taking the shirt from his friend, he helped him put it on, closing the front buttons as one of the floor nurses rushed into the room. Placing fists on her hips, she glared at the two men.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Getting out of here.” Shoving his feet into the sandals Fargo brought, he glanced around the room.
“The doctor hasn’t left orders for your release,” she countered, taking another step into the room.
“I’m releasing myself. I need my personal belongings.”
Letting out a disgusted sigh, she opened a cupboard, handing him a bag with the clothes he’d arrived in, wallet, and a few other small items. Stuffing them into pockets, he clutched the plastic bag.
“You ready?” Fargo asked.
“Please rethink this, Mr. Henson. You really should wait until the doctor releases you.”
“You’re right, but I’m still getting out of here. I appreciate all you and the others have done, but there are things that need my attention.”
“I’ll let the doctor know, but you have to promise me no driving for at least two days. Two days, Mr. Henson, and no less.”
Shoving aside his frustration, he nodded, giving her a small concession. “Two days.”
Fargo took the bag from Gunner’s hand, staying beside him as they made their way to the elevator, eschewing the wheelchair the nurse offered. Once inside, Gunner sagged against the wall, pressing a hand to his head.
“You certain this is what you want to do? Maybe you should stick around long enough for the doctor to give you the okay. He might prescribe stuff for the pain.” Fargo moved a little closer, ready to brace him if Gunner collapsed.
He shot a look at his friend, his features tight. “Would you take the drugs?”
“Hell no. But I’m a control freak.” Fargo grinned. “All the Brethren are controlling SOBs, including you, Gunner.”
“True. A little dizziness isn’t stopping me from leaving.”
“As long as that’s all it is.” Exiting the elevator, they headed straight for Fargo’s truck. “Wrath is going to want to talk to you.”
“I’ve got nothing for him. I’ll check in with him once I get settled at home.”
“Settled?” Fargo pulled onto the street, keeping to the speed limit on his way to Gunner’s house. “You walk inside and head to bed. Is that so hard?”
“Do you mind stopping at the store? I need a few things for dinner.”
Chuckling, Fargo nodded. “A quick trip, then I have to get you home. Wrath’s got all of us on alert. Chaos took down the man stalking Katrina. Bettencourt has the guy in custody.”
“Take me to the police station.”
“Not a