Page 103 of Creed

Devin gave him a smile as she announced, “I’m ready to get out of here.”

“Bet you are,” Preacher chuckled. “How long before they cut you loose?”

“Discharging me now.” It had been a long night. She’d been a little dizzy, and her head hurt like hell, but by early this morning, she started to come around. And we were both relieved that the doctor was pleased with her progress. “Just waiting on the paperwork.”

“Good deal.” Preacher turned his attention back to me and motioned his head toward the door. “Need a minute.”

I nodded, then told Devin, “I’ll be right back.”

“Take your time.”

I followed Preach and Grim out of the room and waited until the door closed behind us before saying, “Tell me.”

“They have him in custody.”

“Have they booked him?”

“No, but it’s coming.” Preacher’s lips curled into the barest hint of a smile. “Dude is done.”

“You sure?”

“Oh, yeah,” he scoffed. “Turns out he was already being investigated by Internal Affairs. They’d been watching him for a while. Just had bits and pieces, but nothing solid. You know how it goes; cops protect their own.”

I nodded, jaw tight, waiting for him to get to the part I needed to hear.

“Between the shit Shep dug up and what Devin managed to get out of him, they’ll get him for obstruction, falsifying reports, and attempted man slaughter.”

“There’s no getting out of this,” Grim interjected. “He’s cooked.”

I rubbed a hand over my day-old beard, letting it sink in that it was over. Devin and the club were safe. But we weren’t completely out of the water just yet. “He said something last night that’s gotten under my skin.”

“Yeah? What was it?”

“He said we could try and play hero all we wanted, but we were connected, too. We just didn’t know it yet.”

“Connected to who?”

“It’s gotta be the trafficking shit, but I got no idea how he thinks we’re involved in any of that mess.”

“He was probably just yanking your chain.”

“Maybe, but what if he wasn’t?”

Grim shook his head. “I wish I’d had a round with him. Then, we’d know exactly what that fucker was talking about.”

“We’ll get him talking,” Preacher replied, sounding rather sure of himself. “Just gotta wait until they lock him up. We have folks on the inside who will help us find out exactly what he was referring to.”

“Looking forward to that,” Grim chuckled.

“You and me both.”

“We’ll get it sorted. For now, you need to put it aside,”” Preacher’s expression softened, just a fraction. “And now you can focus on you and yours. It’s time.”

“He’s right. Go check on your girl.” Grim stepped forward, clapping a hand on my shoulder. “You let us know if you need anything.”

“Will do.”

“I’ll touch base later,” Preacher added.