having, it didn’t bother me so much. By the time we got down to the station, Brody’s story had manifested into me being an alien that had crash landed on top of the diner, and he had been the one to drag me from my spaceship. The kid had talent.
“Would you mind getting the door?” Jack said from behind me, then laughed. “That’s right. Where’s my head? You’re handcuffed.”
I looked over my shoulder and fake laughed. “You know, I think I like asshole Jack better than friendly Jack.”
“Well, be happy he’s sticking around then.”
I was shoved into a cell, still handcuffed, as Jack sat down at the desk. Sighing, I took a seat on the wooden bench. “Are you going to allow me a phone call?”
Jack looked up at me, and then down at the phone. “Sure.” He shoved the phone off the desk and it crashed to the floor, scattering in pieces as it broke apart. “Oops,” he said, grinning up at me.
“That’s okay. You can use Daddy’s phone,” Brody said, snatching the phone off the desk before Jack could grab it. He was already shoving it through the bars before Jack could get to me. Grinning, I stepped away from the cell doors and looked at the passcode screen over my shoulder. A guy like Jack, didn’t like technology and didn’t want to waste the energy on coming up with a password, that was easy to guess. I typed in one, two, three, four, five, six and watched as the screen popped up.
“Jack, seriously? Too lazy to come up with a good password?”
I angled my body awkwardly so I could dial Robert’s number. I screwed up twice before getting it right. Then I waited for him to pick up. I couldn’t actually hear him since I couldn’t get my hand back in position to put it on speakerphone, so I just started shouting.
“Hey! Jack hauled me down to the station. I need you to come bail me out.” He said something, but I couldn’t hear. “I can’t hear you! Just get your ass down here!” He kept shouting, which was just pointless, so I handed the phone back to Jack, watching as he practically growled at me.
I grinned up at him, pissing him off even further. He snatched it away from me and stalked back to his desk.
“Shouldn’t the kid be in school now?”
Something flashed in Jack’s eyes before he looked down at his paperwork again. “Day off of school.”
And normally he would be with his mother, but his mother was dead now, because of my family. I sat down on the bench and tried to figure out something to say, but I was a jokester. I had no clue what to say to him. At the funeral, sure, I could be sympathetic, but now? It had been months. What did you say to someone that hated you so much?
Robert came storming into the police station ten minutes later, looking pissed as hell. “What the hell is he in that jail cell for?”
Jack leaned back in his chair and smiled up at him. “Why, Robert, it’s so great of you to come down. Did you bring Anna with you?”
“Why would I bring her?”
“Well, I’m sure Carter would just love to see her. You know how much he likes her, and since the two of you still aren’t married…”
Robert narrowed his eyes at Jack. “You know she’s pregnant with my kid.”
Jack’s eyes frosted over. “Congratulations on the new family. Don’t go and fuck it up this time,” he growled.
Robert sighed and lost his attitude. “Jack, we all know what you’re going through, but you can’t go locking up all my brothers just because they’re pissing you off.”
“Yeah? What are you gonna do about it? Are you gonna call Josh in here? Maybe his killer girlfriend? Maybe you can get the mafia in here to threaten me.”
“You know they’re gone.”
His eyes narrowed and he stared Robert down. “The only thing I know for sure is that your family is still in my fucking town when you should have moved on a long time ago.”
“Open the fucking doors,” Robert bit out.
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll make you,” Robert snarled.
My eyes widened at the building heat in here. “Uh…Robert—“
“Threatening a police officer?”
“You know that’s not what I was doing.”
Jack stood and walked around his desk. “That’s sure what it sounded like.”
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!”
Jack unlocked the door and grabbed Robert’s arm, tossing him into the cell behind me. The slam of