“I know why you’re here. You want me to testify against Dennis to help your brother out.”
“I do.”
“I can’t do that. I wish I could, but I can’t. I love Dennis. I don’t want him to go to jail over some stupid jealous fight.”
“But you’re okay with my brother going to jail?” When Jessica didn’t answer, Chrissy continued speaking. “Look, I don’t know you, and it’s not my place, but Slade says Dennis was going to hit you. Sweetie, you have to testify against him. Even if it’s not to help my brother, you have to do it for yourself.”
“No, no, it’s not like that. Dennis never hits me. I mean, Dennis would never hit me.” Jessica wiped a drop of sweat from her forehead. “He was just angry. He loves me. I wish I could help Slade. I really do.”
“You can, Jessica. Please. He’s the only family I have. I know what it is to be …” Chrissy paused. Other than Jack and her family, she’d never admitted this to anyone else. “I know what it’s like to be in an abusive relationship.”
Jessica stood up. “Abusive relationship? How dare you? You don’t know me. You don’t know Dennis. He was just mad. I told you, he’d never hit me.”
“Sit, please. I didn’t mean to upset you. I’ve been there. I understand.”
Jessica’s eyes watered. “You don’t know anything. I’m not you. Whatever issue you had has nothing to do with me. Dennis wouldn’t hit me.” But the words didn’t come out quite as firmly as she clearly intended them to.
“Jessica, you have bruises on your wrists. I noticed them when I walked into the bar. I used to—” She stopped as Jessica recoiled and put her hands in her pockets.
“Look, I’ll see what I can do about Slade, but don’t come find me again. Please. Just don’t get involved in my life. Dennis is a good guy. He is.” Jessica backed away from Chrissy, got into her car, and drove off.
Chrissy was left sitting in the parking lot. She wanted to help Jessica but knew that there was nothing else she could do. She walked to her own car and started to head back home. As she drove she replayed the last few days in her head. She had been dumped via text; Slade, who didn’t give a shit about himself or about her, had been arrested; she’d had mind-blowing sex with Jack, who broke her trust and loved to fight. How could she contemplate anything serious with Jack when he embodied the thing she hated most, violence? Her mind wandered, and she found herself continuing south instead of getting off at the exit for Slade’s house. She was running. Again.
What would staying in town get her? Perhaps more sex. But that would only end with a broken heart. It wasn’t as though Jack had hinted he wanted anything other than sex. And what if he did? What if he asked her to stay? Would she uproot her life once again for a man? A violent man? A violent, lying man?
And then there was Slade. After all these years, he had yet to forgive her for the loss of their father. How long would she have to bear the brunt of the guilt? A lifetime, she supposed. Well, writing a check from Miami would be easier than having to look into his accusatory eyes.
“It’s noon. How could she still be sleeping? Her car’s not even here,” Jack said from Slade’s doorway.
“It’s not? Hmm.” With a steaming hot cup of coffee in hand, Slade glanced over Jack’s shoulder to the driveway.
“What’s the ‘hmm’ for?”
“She checked in on me a few times last night. I think she stopped around one in the morning. I just assumed she’d gone to sleep.”
Jack pushed Slade aside and took the stairs two at a time, with Drogo following. When he reached the door to Chrissy’s room he swung it open, not even bothering to knock. Her bed had been used, so at some point she must have been there. Where the hell was she? He pulled his cell phone out and dialed, but it went straight to her voicemail.
He left a message: “Hey, it’s me. I know you’re still mad but where are you? We need to talk. Call me.”
“She probably just went to get some breakfast. Relax. And get your mean-ass dog outta my house. Tell it to stop growling at me. Heel. Stay. Sit.” Slade was barking out commands to Drogo, who just continued growling.
“He only listens to your sister. I think he’s in love with her.” That makes two of us. “You’re right, she probably just went to get coffee or something. Anyway, I got called in to work. Have her call me when she gets home.”
“Why?”
“Why what?” Jack asked, confused.
“Why should she call you? Is there something going on between the two of you that I should know about? She was just supposed to be staying in your house because she was mad at me.” His voice dropped to a menacing growl and he took a step toward Jack. “Nothing better be going on between you and my baby sister, Daniels.”
Jack laughed incredulously. “So now you’re the tough guy looking after your little sister?”
“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”
Jack’s phone rang, and he saw it was the chief calling. “You know exactly what that’s supposed to mean. Listen, I gotta go. We’ll talk later.”
Jack stomped out and slammed the door behind him before Slade could say anything further.
“Daniels,” he answered his phone.
“The victim in Martin’s case came forward and told us what really went down. Looks like your buddy’s getting off the hook.”
“That’s great news. I’m on my way.”
“There’s more to the story. I’ll explain when you get here. Don’t say anything to your buddy just yet.”
Ten minutes later Jack was walking into the chief’s office.
“Sit.” Chief Lyon pointed to the chair in front of his desk.
“What’s going on? I was supposed to be off today.”
The chief stood up, closed the door behind Jack, and leaned against his desk. His shirt was untucked, his hair disheveled, and there was a coffee stain on his khaki pants. He had his arms crossed over his big beer belly.
“The victim, Jessica Cross, came in early this morning badly beaten. She’s at the hospital.”
“What?”
“She came in here crying and asked to speak to you personally. She said she needed someone she could trust, and since she knew you were Slade’s friend, she figured you wouldn’t take the mayor’s side. But since you weren’t here, I was able to convince her to talk to me. Apparently after work last night, she tried to convince Dennis to drop the charges against Martin, and Dennis beat the shit out of her. I don’t know the entire story, because she was too banged up to explain.
“I need you to keep this as quiet as possible. I want to nail that woman-beating son of a bitch. I don’t care if his uncle is Jesus Christ himself. I’m sick of Mayor Stavros undermining my authority and having his relatives run wild in town. A few years ago I had to deal with Stavros’s son selling heroin around here; now I have to deal with his asshole nephew? No fucking way. Go to the hospital, get a formal statement from the victim. Find out what happened. Then I want you to arrest the son of a bitch.”
Jack nodded but didn’t move, needing a second to process the situation.
“Why are you standing around wasting my time, Daniels? Go!”
Jack stood up to leave, but as he opened the door he turned around and asked, “Why me, sir?”
“You’re the only guy who I know for a fact isn’t on Stavros’s payroll.”
A surge of pride slammed into Jack’s chest as he headed for the hospital to speak with Jessica. He couldn’t wait to tell Chrissy that he’d been able to help Slade—though he’d have to wait until he’d formally arrested Dennis before saying anything. That was all he thought about on his way to the hospital—that and why she hadn’t called him back yet. Damn it, when did I become so pussy-whipped? Even so, he couldn’t resist trying her again. He wouldn’t tell her about Dennis, but he at least wanted to hear her voice. He hated how things had ended yesterday. He was going to make it up to her no matter what. He should have been honest with her, even though he had lied about Slade’s fight w
ith the best of intentions.
Again, the call went straight to voicemail.
“Please tell me you’re not still mad at me. Is that why you’re not answering my calls? I got called in to work. I …” I love you! Now that he had figured it out himself, he was bursting at the seams to tell her. “I guess I’ll see you later.”
Jack had met Jessica several times and knew she was stunning. Not like Chrissy—no woman was as beautiful as Chrissy—but stunning nevertheless. But the battered woman lying in the hospital bed didn’t look anything like the Jessica he’d seen dozens of times before. Her eyes were bloodshot and bruised. She had a busted lip and a broken nose. There were scratches on her neck and black-and-blue imprints of fingers on her forearms. He’d bet his life that if he placed Dennis’s hands on Jessica’s forearms, his fingers would match the bruises perfectly.
She grimaced as she tried to sit up.
“Sorry. Broken ribs and broken arm,” she croaked.
“Please, you don’t need to move. I just have to ask you a few questions. Is that okay?”
She nodded.
“Can you tell me what happened?”
“I got home from my shift around two in the morning, a little later than usual, but nothing alarming. Dennis was still awake when I arrived. He was real sweet. He’d made me dinner and was watching television waiting for me to get home. I sat down to eat, and since he was in such a good mood, I decided to broach the subject of the upcoming trial with Slade. I asked him to drop the charges. I told him it was for his own good, that he didn’t want that scrutiny on him or on his family. Well, that set him off. He asked me why I was late and accused me of sleeping with Slade, and he said that was why I was defending him. It wasn’t true, of course, and I denied it. I went to reach for him, to try to calm him down, but he slapped me across the face with the remote control he was holding.”
As she spoke, Jack stood stiffly, taken aback by the parallels between Jessica’s story and Chrissy’s. He found that he was holding his breath. He wanted to make Dennis pay. He wanted to make Brian pay.
With shaky hands, Jessica reached for a glass of water, and Jack quickly hurried to help her. “He hit me across the face,” she went on, “and I fell back—I think that’s when I broke my arm. I started to crawl away from him, but he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up to my feet. When I stood up and put my palm against my burning cheek, he backhanded me across the face again. But this time I fought back. I kicked him and pushed him and punched him. Yes, he was stronger and hit me harder, but I swear to God, I would’ve preferred to have died than just sit there and let him hit me again without doing something.”
Jack didn’t know what to say. He was in awe of the strong woman in front of him. Of Chrissy. In his head, Chrissy and Jessica were getting jumbled into the same person—he couldn’t separate one from the other. Suddenly he understood why Chrissy was so nervous about being in a relationship with him. He knew he was a big guy and could inflict serious damage if he so desired. He did dangerous things, for sport and as a profession, and to top it off, he was high-handed with her. He could see why she was scared, even if he knew he’d never hurt her.
“Jessica, you did good. No man should ever hit a woman, and the fact that you fought back and came to the police … You did good, honey. And I want you to know that this is not your fault. You didn’t cause this.”
She let out a little laugh. “Have you seen him?”
“Dennis?” Jack asked.
She nodded.
“No. Not yet. Why?”
“I have to admit, I kind of roughed him up.” She smiled proudly. “I kneed him as hard as I could in the groin and made a run for it, and I went straight to see you, but you weren’t there. Please let Slade know that I’m sorry. He was right about Dennis, and I’m glad his name is going to be cleared.”
A nurse came in and gave Jessica some pain meds. “I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to speak. They’re keeping me pretty drugged up in here,” Jessica told Jack.
“It’s fine, Jessica. You’re doing great. Just one more question. I need your official statement about the incident between Slade and Dennis.”
“That night, in the parking lot after the fight, Dennis came up behind Slade and pushed him. Dennis and I had been fighting all day and we were barely speaking. I didn’t mean to get Slade involved, but Dennis noticed how I couldn’t keep my eyes off Slade. Dennis got real jealous and grabbed me by the forearm, at the same time Slade was walking toward us. Dennis threw the first punch, and then Slade followed. I yelled at them to stop, and then Dennis lunged for me and called me a slut. Slade was just defending me. Dennis was going to hit me, I’m sure of it. Slade didn’t do anything wrong.” She yawned tentatively, careful not to move her battered face any more than necessary.
“That’s my cue to leave. Thanks, Jessica. We’ll be in touch.”
“Thank you, Officer.”
“Jack. Please, call me Jack. I hope you feel better soon. I’m leaving my card on the table. Call me if you remember anything else, or if you need anything.”
Jessica gave him a sleepy smile. As he walked out the door, she called out. “Oh, Jack, before I forget, please thank Chrissy for me. Slade’s sister,” she clarified. “She saved my life.” He froze with his fingers on the door handle. Had he heard correctly?
He turned and rushed back. “Did you say Chrissy?”
She nodded. “She came to the bar last night and told me to be strong and leave him.” Before Jessica could say anything else, she fell asleep. Jack walked out of the room in a daze.
“Damn it!” he said out loud in the empty hospital hallway. Then he pulled out his cell phone.
“Christine. Pick up your damn phone. I just met with Jessica. Why were you with her? Fuck, Chris. Do you look for trouble? You knew she was being abused. Dennis could’ve kicked the crap out of you like he did to Jessica. Call me, damn it.”
He hung up, fighting the urge to throw his phone across the hall. As if he didn’t have enough on his plate already, now he couldn’t help but worry about Chrissy. Where the hell was she? Could Dennis have gotten to her? Did Dennis even know Chrissy was responsible for Jessica’s sudden courage? Jack’s thoughts were all over the place, and each of the scenarios playing in his mind involved Chrissy in some sort of danger.
He got into his police cruiser to go find Dennis, but paused for a moment and pulled out his phone again.
“Chrissy, baby, I’m sorry about the previous message. I didn’t mean to be such an overbearing ass. I’m just so worried about you. Where are you? Please call me. Please.” He hung up and slammed his fists into the steering wheel.
Fucking stubborn woman!
God, I love her.
Chapter 12
Jack arrived at Dennis’s house not expecting the motherfucker to be there. Because, really, who beats up a woman, or commits any crime for that matter, and then waits at home for the police? So he was surprised to find Dennis, the genius, sitting on the front steps smoking a cigarette. As he inched closer he noticed a black eye and scratch marks on Dennis’s face, neck, and arms. Good girl, Jessica.
Dennis stood, squaring his posture. “What the fuck are you doing here, Daniels?”
Jack walked closer, one hand at his waist ready to pull out his weapon if need be. He let out a snort. This guy really had some nerve.
“By the looks of it, your girl really roughed you up, huh?”
Dennis flicked his cigarette aside. To anyone watching, it would have seemed like a scene from a modern-day western. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Jack took a final step. They were close enough, he decided. Dennis wasn’t quite as tall or wide as Jack, but he was still a big man. A few inches shorter, about six foot one, but lean and toned. A formidable match for any other officer, maybe, but given Jack’s size and the fact that he was a professional cage fighter, the odds were stacked against Dennis.
“You think beating up defenseless women makes you
a man? It doesn’t. You’re a pussy, and you’ll soon know the meaning of that as you rot in jail with men twice your size. They’ll make you their bitch within a week.”
“Fuck you!” Dennis spat. “You obviously don’t know who I am. One call and you’re out of a job.” Dennis started to reach into his pocket, clearly intending to call his uncle.
“Do. Not. Move.” Jack stood his ground. “Keep your hands where I can see them. You are under arrest for battery and assault, and for overall being a huge asshole.”
Dennis laughed. “You can’t arrest me. I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“You want to bet?” Jack began reading Dennis his Miranda rights as he moved in with the handcuffs. Jack’s palms itched to beat the crap out of Dennis. For Jessica. For Chrissy. For every woman who had ever been beaten up by a man. Luckily for Jack, instead of admitting defeat and going peacefully, Dennis decided to fight. If it’s a fight he wants, it’s a fight he’ll get.
Dennis threw the first punch, but Jack reflexively moved out of the way, causing Dennis to miss and tumble to the ground. Jack laughed. “Tough guy, huh? You don’t have a choice in the matter—you’re coming with me. You can come quietly or you can come kicking and screaming. You choose.”
Apparently Dennis was choosing option two. He stood up and lunged forward, wrapping his arms around Jack’s torso in an attempt to knock him down. Being the wall of muscles that Jack was, he only staggered back half a foot, and within a second he had lifted Dennis over his head and slammed him to the ground. Dennis was on his back, moaning in pain. Jack crouched down inches from Dennis’s face and pointed to his own jaw. “Punch me, asshole. Please, punch me just once,” Jack begged.
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