Locking You (The Boston Kirkpatrick's #2) by S. Donahue Read Free Book Online

of my life. What possesses her to want to do this type of work? 
         I am now getting antsy. I need information. This is bullshit. I’m going to knock on the damn door. Someone owes me an explanation.  Just as I am about to get up to bang on Watson’s door, Joella comes storming out. “I’ll be in interrogation room#2,” she screams out to Watson, as she slams his door shut.
         “Sweetie, are you okay,” I ask her.
          “Not now. Just go home. I’ll be there later. I’ll have Wilson drop me off.”
         Hell to the fucking no. I know she doesn’t think I’m going to sit back while she becomes close with this guy.
         “I don’t think so,” I call out to her.
         “What?”
         “You heard me. No. He’s not driving you home. I’ll wait here for you to get done.”
         “You’re being a dickhead and I don’t like it. Let’s talk about Jessica. I don’t think you want to go into this now do you.”
         We are arguing as we walk down a hallway. There is a cop standing outside of the interrogation room. He is a little shorter than me, not by much. He has dark brown hair and looks like he works out. When he sees Joella walk up, I could tell by the look in his eyes that he wants her. Maybe she is blind to it, but I’m a guy and I know that look.
         She turns to me and gives me a look that said don’t start your shit.
         “Wilson, this is my fiancé, Brendan. Brendan this is Wilson.”
         He shakes my hand. “It’s so great to meet you. Joella talks about you all the time.”
         Funny, I just found out about you two hours ago.             
         I just smile and let it go. “Great to meet you, Wilson.”  I address Joella. “I’m leaving. You and I need to talk later. Make sure you speak with Reggie when he gets here. He will be representing Connor. I take it you have a ride home.” I give her a look and walk away. I need to go home and think. I am pissed and if I stay here I might say or do something I am going to regret. It is close to 10 P.M. I decide to go to the one place I can get my frustrations out. I go to Hush.      
         Mike is bartending and I need someone to talk to. The place is jam packed, but since the incident with Connor, we became close friends. Connor bought Hush back a few months ago from Mike, when he moved back to Boston. I know for a fact it is taking a toll on him. He has a lot going on with his family life. He is having a lot of issues with Callie. She wants to see her mother in prison and he doesn’t think it’s a good idea.
         I walk up to Mike and shake his hand. “Hey, dude. What’s up? I’ll take a lager.”
         “Coming right up. What brings you here? You barely come in anymore.”
         “Tough night. Connor got arrested.”
         “I know. They were in here looking for him. They told him he could either go to the station himself or they could take him out in handcuffs. He chose to go to the station.”
         “They always want to pull some shit with him. It’s ridiculous.”
         “I saw on the news that he is being questioned in the murder of Mr. O’Malley and the secretary, Miss Chestnut.”
         “That’s what they are saying. Joella said that Mrs. O’Malley tried to pin her husband’s death on me and Connor. I had an alibi. Connor was MIA. Joella will get to the bottom of this.”
         “You look like something else is bothering you.”
         “Fucking Jessica keeps calling me. I don’t want anything to do with her. She doesn’t get it and Joella is spending her time with a good looking rookie cop.”
         “Sounds like trouble in paradise. Dude, figure this shit out before you get married again , I might add.”
         “I know Joella loves me. I’m not questioning that. It’s the way he looked at her…like he wanted her. She’s my woman and he did it right in front of me.