We All Sleep Alone (Finley Creek #11) - Calle J. Brookes Page 0,101
the time of the attack.
They’d arrested a TSP officer out of Wichita Falls that morning. He’d been with the force ten years and eleven months and had a respectable career.
Jake didn’t understand what had made him do any of this.
The man wasn’t talking.
Now, they needed to confirm with his niece that the suspect was one of the attackers.
“Jacobson’s sister called me directly, wanting to file a missing person’s report. He has been missed in the city. I don’t think we can pull this off any longer. People through the hospital have been asking questions, too.”
Callum and Evers had spoken with Jacobson’s sister. They and that little upstart shit Callahan. Callahan had gone on and on about how hot the woman was. Callum and Evers had confirmed that. “Wasn’t someone supposed to give the sister a message?”
Elliot nodded. “I’ve had one of my brother’s men watching her. To be on the safe side. I don’t want any more innocent victims of this. Her questions have drawn attention I’m not comfortable with. I don’t want Jacobson’s only family getting pulled into this as a way to control him, either.”
He got that. Jake considered himself a family man, too. He might not have wanted the life that his brothers lived in Italy. He would fight to the death for one of his brothers. One of his dozen nieces. For Izzie.
It had been because of her Jake had left Italy behind in the first place, when he’d been all of twenty years old and knowing his only sister was so caught up in men and drugs that she was hurting her own child. Izzie had needed him more than the rest of his family in Italy had. He and his brothers had discussed it and decided Jake was the best choice to move to the country of their father’s birth. Jake had had the least amount of responsibilities then, as the youngest of the eight brothers. His brothers had scraped together what savings they could, then sent Jake across the ocean to keep an eye on their oldest niece.
Jake hadn’t stopped doing that since.
He prayed that Izzie wasn’t about to repeat her mother’s mistakes with Allen Jacobson.
He still hadn’t figured that man out. All of Jake’s digging had turned up nothing but privilege, entitlement, and arrogance. The man had been handed everything in life probably from the moment he’d been born. Except for the tragic loss of his parents ten years ago, Jacobson had had an ideal life.
The perfect life.
No doubt Izzie felt the differences between them. The poor kid had to be miserable with that kind of man.
Unless Jacobson had managed to talk his way into her bed. Jake bit back a scowl. He’d like to think Izzie had more common sense than that.
His niece had a good, level head on her shoulders. He wished he had been able to help her more with achieving her goals.
Nothing had been handed to Izzie, not like it most likely had with Jacobson’s apparently hot sister.
He did snarl then, when he imagined it.
He’d always had a problem with women who had that entitlement complex. Even more so than men with it. Women who had everything handed to them irked him on every level.
No, he liked real women. Women who knew what the world was like—such as Bailey or Chuckie, or Haldyn. Especially the law-enforcement world. When he finally did find a woman he wanted to tie his life to, she’d probably be a member of the TSP.
Jake made himself a promise. Once this was over, he’d be asking his favorite evidence tech out. Hell, he may even take her to the Barratt. Chuckie would like that. Maybe he and Chuckie, and Dan and Haldyn could even double date there sometime. He’d get a kick out of that.
“You need to get over your preconceived notions about Jacobson. He’s not who you think he is,” the chief said. “He’s a good man.”
“I’ll reserve judgment on that.”
They took the elevator to the top floor. Marshall typed in a code that allowed access to the private family level. “Mel texted me the code an hour ago. Everyone is waiting in the penthouse suite.”
These people hung out in penthouses. These hotel suites cost more for one night than his apartment went for in a month.
Jake was used to the ground floor. He was going to get his niece and get her back to reality as soon as he possibly could.
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Izzie recognize the dark-haired man the instant he stepped into the suite