I'm Only Here for the Beard (The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC #4)(56)
The worry in my voice didn't stop my father from putting his police hat on and ignoring everything about me. "Get out of here, Son."
Aaron came in the room moments later and said, "Crime scene techs have been called. What's wrong?"
That was when my father pointed to a small brass cylinder on the floor.
"Shell casing," he said as he pointed.
My brows lowered in confusion. "That might've just been there," I told him honestly. "He has guns."
Dad proved me wrong by bending down and pushing the side of Brady's head over, revealing a hole in his head right under his ear. "Bullet wound."
"There's no blood," I said. "How the fuck … "
Dad stepped carefully over the carpet, and pushed the door of the bathroom open, and it was there that I saw the blood.
It was everywhere. Splattered on the wall, the floors and even the ceiling. There was blood all the way up to the end of the carpet where it disappeared, but was likely still there we just couldn't see it since the carpet was so dark.
"Why move him?" Aaron asked. "Why not just leave him there."
Before anyone could answer, Brady's phone rang, and dad walked over to the office desk in the corner and pressed the button with a pen that was in his vest pocket.
"Hello?"
Dad looked over at me as he said, "Hi. Who is this?"
The man on the other end of the line laughed like dad had said something hilarious instead of something that was common occurrence when someone called and you wanted to know the person's identity.
"I'm sure you would like to know," the man on the phone said. It was raspy, and so goddamn familiar that I knew that I'd met this guy before somewhere. "You can call me … Mr. Silver."
The man's voice sounded so familiar that my subconscious was practically screaming.
"Hello, Mr. Silver," Dad said. "What can I help you with today."
"I think we can all cut the crap and get to what I really called for," the man that wanted to be called 'Mr. Silver' said silkily. "It's time for you to understand what'll happen if you don't leave her alone."
Dad looked at Aaron in confusion.
"I think that you have us at an advantage," Dad said. "We're confused about what you're talking about."
"You would be, because I'm not actually speaking to you," Silver said. "I'm talking to the man currently standing behind you."
Dad's eyes hit me, and I had a full second to realize that there was a red dot on my chest before I was hit like a linebacker.
The bedroom window glass shattered simultaneously as the wall behind me exploded as something hit it. My entire head throbbed as I hit the ground for the second time in a day.
This time, my head actually did bounce off the floor, but only hard enough for me to see stars instead of it knocking me unconscious.
Ghost lifted up off of me only far enough to stare at me, his face so concerned that he'd accidentally hurt me that it was nearly comical. I hadn't even seen him come into the house.
"Pity," Silver snapped his fingers, the sound reverberating in the room. "Next time, I'll aim better."
I knew that he didn't want to kill me. Had he wanted to kill me, he wouldn't have used a laser. He had to have been standing at the copse of trees just over the property line. He'd have just lined up a shot and taken it before I even knew what hit me.
"Why clean it up?" I croaked.
"I didn't want her to see her friend like that. I felt it prudent to clean him up so the scene wasn't so gruesome."
Then he hung up.
"Where the fuck did you come from?" I groaned. "And goddamn, did you have to hit me so fucking hard?"
Ghost shoved off of me and rolled to the left to avoid the body that was lying on the floor.
"Came to tell you your place was ransacked. Ran by there to pick up the power washer, and found both your dad's place and your trailer a fuckin' mess." He sat up and scooted so his back was to the wall. "Did someone contact the fuckin' cops outside to go look for him yet?"
That was directed at my father, and he jumped as if he'd just been jolted awake.
"Fuck," he rasped, picking up the handheld mic and relaying the message to clear the area.
Once done, he looked at me, was about to say something, and then Naomi ran in. "What in the hell was that?" she gasped, worry outlining her face.
Chapter 18
It takes a lot for a man to admit when his woman is wrong.
-Sean's secret thoughts
Sean
"Do you think it was due to his stopping that protest yesterday?" Naomi whispered, pain filling her expression.
I'd just told her about the possibility of it being a murder. Not how I knew, but that my dad suspected it.