suggested even though
she didn’t believe it herself.
Mojo cocked an eyebrow at her, his
facial expression making it clear he didn’t believe a damn thing she said.
“OK, OK,” BJ said, admitting she
had no idea what it was, but she knew who did.
Without another word she grabbed
the evidence bag and headed into the holding cell area and held it up to Nik
and Traze.
“I need to know what this is, or
I’ll have to call the FBI in order to ensure this isn’t some form of dangerous
weapon,” BJ said, noting the way the two men stared at one another for a moment
before Nik spoke.
“It is merely a stone that I found
that lights up once in a while. I’ve had it for years, for good luck, but don’t
have a clue how it works,” Nik almost choked on the lie.
He hated lying to anyone, but lying
to BJ seemed to affect him much more than it ever had before. His heart
actually ached from it, and he mentally shook himself as he stared unblinkingly
at her disappointed hazel eyes.
BJ deflated at his obvious lie, but
his expression gave her hope that he was still reachable, and she stepped up to
the cell, put her hands on the bars, and kneeled down in front of him. She
looked deep into his eyes.
“Listen to me. If you’re in danger,
I can help you. Please trust me with what happened, and I promise I can help
you,” BJ said, trying to convince him to talk to her.
“You’re so fucking clueless,” Traze
said with a chuckle.
“Don’t laugh. I’m dead serious,” BJ
snarled at Traze before she turned back to Nik.
“Please, talk to me. Tell me what
happened out there,” BJ asked him as her eyes pleaded with him.
BJ could have sworn she saw a
flicker in his strange, dark eyes and thought he might talk to her until Mojo
ruined it.
“Beeg! Holy shit, girl, get out
here!” Mojo screamed out then muttered more quietly, “Momma’s gonna kill you!
Momma’s gonna kill us both! I knew you brought back trouble! You’re a
damn trouble magnet!”
BJ sighed and stood, not bothering
to look back at Nik as she left the holding cells and stormed over to the desk
where Mojo was staring at the computer screen.
“What is your problem?” BJ ground
out as she looked over his shoulder.
The flashing pop-up on the screen
immediately grabbed her attention.
HOLD FOR MILITARY
AUTHORITIES!
“What the hell?” BJ asked aloud.
“You ever seen this before?” Mojo
asked, gesturing to the screen with both of his hands.
BJ shook her head slowly as she
tried to understand what was going on.
She’d been in law enforcement for
12 years and had seen a lot of different agencies issue holds on suspects, but
she’d never seen this kind before.
“Where is it coming from?” she
asked.
“This is coming from a military IP
address. It’s legit, Beeg. What does it mean? Are they military? AWOL or
something? Is the military sponsoring their mercenary group?” Mojo asked.
BJ looked to the holding area and
knew Nik and Trey must have heard the conversation because she could hear
movement and whispers.
“You’re using the satellite and the
dial up aren’t you?” BJ asked.
“Yeah, I was doing several things
at once. Why?” he asked.
“Because they’ve probably been
trying to call. Our information is given as the arresting agency as well as
what they’re charged with,” BJ said.
“Damn, I’ll log off,” Mojo said
moving to disconnect one of the laptops.
“No, don’t,” BJ said, surprising
herself. “Let them wait. These guys aren’t going anywhere. Find out where the
nearest military base is; I want to know when they’re getting here.”
“What are you doing?” Mojo asked
her in surprise. “These guys are probably dangerous as hell! We need to let the
military get them the hell out of here quick, and you know it!”
“Something isn’t right, Mojo, and
you know it too. When is Momma getting here?” BJ asked, knowing he’d called
their mother by now.
Mojo growled and rubbed his hands
over his face in
she didn’t believe it herself.
Mojo cocked an eyebrow at her, his
facial expression making it clear he didn’t believe a damn thing she said.
“OK, OK,” BJ said, admitting she
had no idea what it was, but she knew who did.
Without another word she grabbed
the evidence bag and headed into the holding cell area and held it up to Nik
and Traze.
“I need to know what this is, or
I’ll have to call the FBI in order to ensure this isn’t some form of dangerous
weapon,” BJ said, noting the way the two men stared at one another for a moment
before Nik spoke.
“It is merely a stone that I found
that lights up once in a while. I’ve had it for years, for good luck, but don’t
have a clue how it works,” Nik almost choked on the lie.
He hated lying to anyone, but lying
to BJ seemed to affect him much more than it ever had before. His heart
actually ached from it, and he mentally shook himself as he stared unblinkingly
at her disappointed hazel eyes.
BJ deflated at his obvious lie, but
his expression gave her hope that he was still reachable, and she stepped up to
the cell, put her hands on the bars, and kneeled down in front of him. She
looked deep into his eyes.
“Listen to me. If you’re in danger,
I can help you. Please trust me with what happened, and I promise I can help
you,” BJ said, trying to convince him to talk to her.
“You’re so fucking clueless,” Traze
said with a chuckle.
“Don’t laugh. I’m dead serious,” BJ
snarled at Traze before she turned back to Nik.
“Please, talk to me. Tell me what
happened out there,” BJ asked him as her eyes pleaded with him.
BJ could have sworn she saw a
flicker in his strange, dark eyes and thought he might talk to her until Mojo
ruined it.
“Beeg! Holy shit, girl, get out
here!” Mojo screamed out then muttered more quietly, “Momma’s gonna kill you!
Momma’s gonna kill us both! I knew you brought back trouble! You’re a
damn trouble magnet!”
BJ sighed and stood, not bothering
to look back at Nik as she left the holding cells and stormed over to the desk
where Mojo was staring at the computer screen.
“What is your problem?” BJ ground
out as she looked over his shoulder.
The flashing pop-up on the screen
immediately grabbed her attention.
HOLD FOR MILITARY
AUTHORITIES!
“What the hell?” BJ asked aloud.
“You ever seen this before?” Mojo
asked, gesturing to the screen with both of his hands.
BJ shook her head slowly as she
tried to understand what was going on.
She’d been in law enforcement for
12 years and had seen a lot of different agencies issue holds on suspects, but
she’d never seen this kind before.
“Where is it coming from?” she
asked.
“This is coming from a military IP
address. It’s legit, Beeg. What does it mean? Are they military? AWOL or
something? Is the military sponsoring their mercenary group?” Mojo asked.
BJ looked to the holding area and
knew Nik and Trey must have heard the conversation because she could hear
movement and whispers.
“You’re using the satellite and the
dial up aren’t you?” BJ asked.
“Yeah, I was doing several things
at once. Why?” he asked.
“Because they’ve probably been
trying to call. Our information is given as the arresting agency as well as
what they’re charged with,” BJ said.
“Damn, I’ll log off,” Mojo said
moving to disconnect one of the laptops.
“No, don’t,” BJ said, surprising
herself. “Let them wait. These guys aren’t going anywhere. Find out where the
nearest military base is; I want to know when they’re getting here.”
“What are you doing?” Mojo asked
her in surprise. “These guys are probably dangerous as hell! We need to let the
military get them the hell out of here quick, and you know it!”
“Something isn’t right, Mojo, and
you know it too. When is Momma getting here?” BJ asked, knowing he’d called
their mother by now.
Mojo growled and rubbed his hands
over his face in
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