Page 28 of Wild Temple (Tyson Wild Thriller #84)
" N o. Sorry," Kelsey said with a frown. "I don't remember much of anything."
It was understandable.
I removed the IV, and Kelsey attempted to stand. I steadied her. She was a little wobbly at first, but was able to make her way to the bathroom. She spent a few minutes there cleaning herself up and taming the rat’s nest that her hair had turned into.
I didn't think it was a good idea for JD and me to step into the common areas. I had Brooke escort her down to the lobby. Kelsey thanked us before she left, then I watched the two walk down the corridor to the elevator.
"This has turned into a shit show," JD said after I closed the door. "We've got every cop in town looking for us. And I think it's safe to say that Caspian Vorn has a lot of influence around here. ”
Talia called. “I’ve got a location on Caspian. This guy is so brazen, he’s not even using a burner.”
“Where’s he at?”
“Another villa. I’ll text you the location.”
“We have one minor problem,” I said.
I filled her in on our drama with the police. “We need another place to stay. Some place that takes cash, preferably.”
“I’ll see what I can find.”
“Let me know if Caspian’s phone moves.”
“Will do,” she said before ending the call.
Caspian’s location buzzed my phone a moment later.
By now, the amber sun filtered through the gap in the drapes. It was a new day, and we were dead-ass tired. The adrenaline rush had died down, but we were both still edgy.
A gentle knock at the door sent a jolt through me. I figured it was Brooke, but I was still a little nervy.
I hurried to the door and peered through the peephole—two cops were at the door.
I hustled back down the foyer and across the room to the balcony. Jack knew by the look on my face it wasn’t good. I stepped onto the balcony, looking for an escape route.
Two cops by the pool below spotted me and pointed. One drew his pistol.
I ducked back into the room. We were out of options .
I didn’t think shooting our way out of this scenario was a good move.
JD and I hid the pistols and ammo in the toilet tank. We were stone-cold busted, but why make it easy for them?
We waited for them to break the door down. They stormed in with weapons drawn, shouting. Angry barrels pointed at us. “Down on the ground! Now!”
JD and I complied.
Soon, cold steel ratcheted around our wrists.
The runts had a hard time getting me on my feet. I didn’t make it easy for them.
Nobody read us our rights. It wasn’t like that here.
The best course of action was to just keep our mouths shut and ask for an attorney.
But I wasn’t optimistic about our prospects.
It could be days, weeks, or months before we got access to a lawyer—and then he might not be any good. Probably on the payroll.
We had done some pretty messed up things, albeit with the best of intentions. But you know what they say about the road to hell. We were certainly headed there. I dreaded the worst.
The cops escorted us out of the room and down the hallway to the elevators. We plunged down to the main lobby, and they perp-walked us outside.
I looked around for Brooke but didn’t see her. I worried they had already arrested her, though I’m not sure for what crime. Around here, you might not need to commit a crime to get arrested.
We were about to get a crash course on due process, or lack thereof.