Chapter 66

Gryph

It was hard to keep my wolf under control while sitting in the enclosed conference room with the two asshole shades. The fact that they’d forced Julia to move her client meeting pissed me off. If I didn’t distrust them so much, it might not bother me. I knew the police had a job to do, and they couldn’t always work their schedules around others. With these two, I was certain they were doing it to fuck with Julia.

“We need to put you in protective custody, Miss Dupree,” Detective Hardy began.

“No,” was Julia’s calm reply. It was a lot more polite than what I’d been about to say.

“There is no other option,” Detective Mason added in a condescending tone.

“We’ll be right back,” I growled, motioning for Julia to go with me.

“We aren’t done here,” Detective Mason argued.

“And he said we’d be back,” Julia snapped.

Before they could say more, we hurried out of the room and down the hall to Allie’s office.

“What’s going on?” Allie asked, instantly on alert. “Is there a problem with the police?”

“The detectives are being their usual charming selves,” Julia muttered.

“They’re trying to put Julia in protective custody and telling her she has no choice in the matter,” I explained. “Can you get Dylan or Trevor down here?”

It was just our luck that the detectives had decided to be a problem on a day Dylan wasn’t at Bliss.

Allie nodded. “I’ll call them now. If I don’t get an answer, I’ll run upstairs to grab one of them,” she assured us.

“Thanks, Allie,” Julia told her before we headed out of the room.

“Why do you think they’re suddenly pushing for protective custody,” Julia asked in a low tone as we walked back to the conference room.

“If one of them is Desmond, like we suspect, having you in protective custody would make it easier for him to get to you,” I told her.

“I am so tired of this,” she muttered, stopping to let out a frustrated sigh. I understood how she felt. The situation was getting on my last nerve, too. Having Julia at my home was no problem for me. In fact, I loved that Julia was staying with me, and I’d be more than fine with that continuing. My issue had to do with constantly looking over my shoulder. There was a time when that wouldn’t have bothered me. As an enforcer, I’d always been looking over my shoulder. That thought made me wonder if I’d gotten soft.

“We’ll figure this out, Sass,” I promised. “I’m beginning to think it’s time to shake things up with the police.”

“How do you mean?” she asked.

“I think we should tell them our suspicions and see how they react,” I explained. “Maybe it’s time to stop just working from a defensive stance and go on the offense. With any luck, we can make the real detective suspicious.”

“It’s always possible neither of them is Desmond,” she pointed out.

“You don’t believe that, do you?” I asked.

“No,” she admitted. “I’m certain one of them is Desmond. I just can’t tell who since neither seems all that interested in solving this case. How do you want to handle this?”

“I think we should tell them we know one of them is really LaCroix,” I replied.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” she asked hesitantly.

“It seems we don’t have much to lose by telling them our suspicions. It would be best if we waited for Dylan or Trevor to get here,” I added.

“I hope it’s not Trevor,” she muttered as she began walking again. “I can’t imagine my brother handling this well.”

“That might not be a bad thing,” I mused. “I’m beginning to think we’ve been far too nice to these assholes.”

When we entered the conference room, the detectives fell silent. They’d been speaking in hushed tones, certain we wouldn’t be able to hear them. Many in the preternatural community make that mistake. While Julia couldn’t hear them, my werewolf ears had picked up enough of what they’d said to know they were getting ready to make threats if Julia didn’t comply.

Needing to buy some time until Julia’s legal representation arrived, I decided to play nice. “Sorry about the delay.”

“We don’t have all day to sit around here arguing with you,” Detective Hardy ground out. “We’ve already got another missing witch to look for.”

“Another missing witch?” Julia asked.

“Beatrice LaCroix is missing,” Detective Hardy replied. “Based on the anonymous tip we received, she was kidnapped. We suspect her brother may have already killed her.”

“You can see why we need to take you into protective custody, Miss Dupree,” Detective Mason added. “We can’t trust a wolf to keep you safe.”

“Gryph is doing fine keeping me safe,” Julia replied in a clipped tone. “At least, he seems interested in solving this case.”

My witch was definitely at her wit’s end. I really hoped Dylan or Trevor arrived soon. At the rate we were going, Julia would end up assaulting an officer.

“We’re doing our jobs,” Detective Hardy hissed, getting to his feet and leaning across the table.

My wolf didn’t like his threatening stance, and I immediately got to my own feet. “If you want this meeting to continue, I suggest you sit down,” I growled.

“I suggest everyone sit down,” Trevor announced as he stalked into the conference room.

I didn’t need to look at him to know he was pissed. I could feel the tension radiating through the room. With my wolf feeling edgy and challenged, I was having a hard time accepting Trevor’s order. My wolf had decided we needed to prove we were the most dominant male in the room. I had to remind him Trevor was on our side. We didn’t need to fight Trevor.

Detective Hardy also remained standing when he spoke to Trevor. “This is a police matter. You’ll need to leave.”

The detective’s attempt to dismiss Trevor didn’t go over well. I finally glanced at Trevor to find his brown eyes narrowed. His blue dress shirt had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“When your police matter involves bullying my client, it becomes my business,” Trevor bit out. “Why don’t we all have a seat so we can discuss the many ways you’re trying to violate Julia’s rights.”

“Trevor Dupree?” Detective Hardy asked.

Trevor nodded.

“Do you really think you’re the best person to represent her, Mr. Dupree?” Detective Hardy challenged. “You’re a little too closely involved, if you ask me.”

“I didn’t ask. We can either meet now, with me representing Julia, or you can wait until my partner is available later today,” Trevor told him calmly as he took his seat at Julia’s left.

I returned to my seat at her right.

“Miss Dupree doesn’t need a lawyer,” Detective Mason ground out. “What she needs is to be under police protection. Are you hoping your sister will end up dead like Desmond LaCroix’s sister?”

“Either you meet with Julia in my presence, or you don’t meet with her at all,” Trevor repeated.

“This is a police matter, and we have every right to demand this meeting,” Detective Hardy argued.

“Enough of this stupid male posturing!” Julia shouted. “I am drowning in testosterone. Trevor stays. I’m not going into protective custody. I am done playing games with the two of you.”

It was impossible to hold back my grin. I loved my witch’s attitude. “Julia’s right,” I began. “It’s time to stop playing games. We have good reason to believe Desmond LaCroix is posing as a member of your department, and we suspect it’s one of you.”

While Detective Hardy’s face flushed with anger, Detective Mason seemed much less affected by the accusation.

Trevor didn’t look happy about being blindsided, but he merely waited to see what happened next.

“That is a ridiculous accusation!” Detective Hardy spat out.

“Is it?” Julia asked. “Desmond LaCroix is a shapeshifter. He could be posing as either of you.”

“Your theory isn’t going to help capture LaCroix or find his sister,” Detective Mason scoffed. “Do you really want to play detective games while a woman’s life is at stake? Make that two women if he’s also kidnapped Tatiana Ashcroft.”

“If you really want to find Desmond LaCroix, look into what we’re saying,” was Julia’s only reply.

“Julia is not going to be bullied into protective custody,” Trevor told them. “She’s safest with Gryph. Unless you have anything else to add, this meeting is over.”

Detective Hardy looked even more pissed as he glared at Julia, but he said nothing. It was Detective Mason who couldn’t stop himself from pushing things. “Your irrational behavior makes it more likely both Tatiana Ashcroft and Beatrice LaCroix will end up dead. Are you really willing to be responsible for their deaths?”

“That is enough!” Trevor snapped before slapping a business card down on the table between the detectives. “If you have any other questions for my client, you can contact me and I will arrange a meeting. There will be no further communication when I’m not present.”

“Of course, Mr. Dupree,” Detective Hardy ground out before both detectives stormed out of the room.