neither the car nor the men had been there by the time Jax arrived.
Not good.
He needed all these thugs in jail to up their chances of finding information to stop Herschel. Or anyone else who might be involved in this.
Jericho finished up his latest round of calls and made his way to the break room at the back of the building. Hardly living quarters, but there was a small bed that he and the deputies sometimes used when pulling double shifts. Tonight, however, Laurel and his son were sleeping in it.
It might take a while before those wordsâ
his son
âdidnât sound foreign to him. Not because of his feelings for the baby. No, he already loved the little boy. But his son was still a raw reminder that Laurel had kept Maddox from him.
Jericho didnât knock on the door because he didnât want to wake Laurel and the baby, but when he stepped inside the room, he saw that only Maddox was on the cot. The little boy was on his stomach, snuggled in some blankets. No snuggling for Laurel. She was pacing.
And crying.
Jericho saw that right off, though she did quickly wipe away the tears and turn from him. He shut the door so the noise from the squad room wouldnât disturb Maddox.
âSandy just called,â Laurel relayed before Jericho could say anything. âThe doctor at the hospital checked her out and released her. Sheâs on her way to Houston to stay with friends, and she told her parents not to come home until sheâs sure itâs safe.â
That was a smart move. The hired guns probably wouldnât go back to her place, but there was no sense taking that kind of risk, especially since they might see Sandy as a possible witness who needed to be eliminated. Jericho made a mental note to call Houston PD and arrange for some extra security for her.
âPlease tell me the kidnapper you arrested is talking,â she added. âAnd that heâs got evidence to lead to my fatherâs arrest.â
âAfraid not.â But she already knew that would be the answer. If heâd gotten big news like that, he would have come straight to her with it, and he darn sure wouldnât have been sporting a scowl.
A scowl that faded considerably when he went closer to his son.
Hard to scowl when looking at Maddoxâs face. Jericho could see so much of himself in the boy. Some of Laurel, too.
âWhat about the other man?â she asked, walking to Jerichoâs side. âThe one who tried to run you off the road. Is he talking?â
Jericho had to shake his head. âWe know from his prints that his name is Travis DeWitt. Heâs got a record, a long one, but so far we havenât been able to connect him to your father.â
âThereâs probably a connection.â Laurel gave a heavy sigh and turned away from him again when she swiped at more tears.
She had plenty of reasons to cry. Someone had tried to kill her tonight, and that
someone
apparently wasnât giving up.
Part of him wanted to put his arm around her and try to comfort her. Thankfully, that part of him didnât win out, because the last thing he should do was have Laurel in his arms. Despite the bad blood, the attraction was still between them, too. No sense flaming that kind of heat when it would only make things more complicated than they already were.
She went to the table, picked up a notepad and handed it to him. âThose are the names of the people involved in the money laundering deal.â
The deal that Herschel was using to try to have her arrested. There were only two names: Quinn Rossman and Diego Cawley.
âIâve tried to dig up anything on them, of course,â Laurel continued. âBut so far, nothing. I thought it was just a simple real estate deal.â
Because her father had no doubt wanted it to look that way.
âThatâs also the time line, as best as I can remember.â She pointed to some dates, times and a brief description of phone