“I never actually worked with Jackson. He’s a beat cop and I’m a detective, so our paths have never really crossed. My captain put out a few calls when Phina started receiving threats and the guy actually came to me and volunteered for the job. Told me some story about his cousin fucking up Phina’s best friend’s life and how he just wanted to do right by everyone for his family’s sake. I didn’t like it, but he came highly recommended from my captain. I trust that man, DJ. He was my fucking mentor at the police academy and he’s been like a father to me since I graduated. I had no solid reason to think Jackson was anything but on the up and up even if my gut didn’t agree. Besides, this city doesn’t exactly have the resources to put a full-time cop on glorified guard duty. Jackson was on personal leave and we already had another cop filling in for him at the station, so it seemed like the perfect solution on paper.
Dax finally lets go of me when he’s sure I’m not going to haul off and punch him again. I turn around slowly, waiting for him to tell me the rest, still unsure if I’m going to be forced to beat his ass.
“As soon as I got the call, I started discreetly asking about Jackson around the station. A lot of people don’t like him. They think he’s shady and there’s been some complaints about his forceful tactics when he goes on calls. There were even some rumors that he’s been taking bribes from prisoners to do favors for them on the outside. They said the captain refused to make any formal complaints until someone came to them with solid proof. Jordan’s death was the perfect excuse for cap to ask Jackson to take a leave of absence and get his head on straight.”
This is all just too fucked up. The man watching us day and night, following us everywhere we go, is responsible for all the threats and for almost killing us. And now he has Phina.
“I called Phina and told her to call me back right away and then I called Marcus and told him to make sure she didn’t leave because Jackson could be a threat. I also called your stupid ass, but you didn’t answer. I wanted to come here and question him myself and feel him out. You can’t just go around accusing a cop of working on the wrong side of the law,” Dax explains.
I don’t want to hear anything else. Jackson could be the biggest threat to Phina, or if his co-workers are correct, he could have taken a bribe from her father and be delivering her to him right now. Either option is unacceptable.
“Move this fucking cruiser out of my way,” I tell Dax, pointing to Marcus’ car still blocking my truck as I pull my keys out of my pocket and head over to it.
“You’re not fucking going anywhere, DJ. Back-up will be here any minute now and the cops will handle it,” he tells me as I get inside my truck and slam the door closed.
With the window rolled down, I start it up and give him one last look. “Yeah, because the cops have done a SUPER fucking job of it so far. Move the goddamn cruiser before I run the fucker over!”
I rev my engine and put the truck in gear. We’ve already wasted enough time standing out here in the front yard talking when we should have been high-tailing it after Phina and Jackson.
“Goddammit, DJ! Don’t make me do this!” Dax shouts, pulling his gun from his shoulder holster and pointing it right at me.
I smirk at him, taking my foot off the brake. “Go ahead, pull the trigger, dick fuck.”
He can either let me go or shoot me. I’ll do whatever it takes to find Phina.
Dax shakes his head at me and curses a blue streak as I press on the gas. As I start to turn around to look behind me and see how much room I have before I smash into the cruiser, the explosion from Dax’s gun echoes through the night.
I look over at Jackson questioningly as he makes a right instead of a left at the end of my street.
“Heard on the radio there was an accident on Clemmons Street. Going to take a shortcut to the police station,” he explains.
Nodding silently, I rest my head on the seat back and stare out the window.
God, why does this have to hurt so fucking much? Me, the woman who loves pain, suddenly doesn’t want to feel it any more.
“Hey, so how come things between us never worked out?” Jackson suddenly asks.
I close my eyes, really not wanting to talk right now, but I also don’t want to be a bitch to the person who has taken time out of his life to keep an eye on me and keep me safe.
When I open my eyes again, I continue to stare out the window.
“I don’t know, I guess we were just too different. It never would have worked out,” I reply softly.
“You and DJ are pretty opposite, but that seems to be working out just fine.”