shadows of salem 01 - shadow born by rebecca hamilton Read Free Book Online

you don’t let me loose now, I sure as hell will come back here with a task force and a warrant to scour this place top to bottom. I’m sure we’ll be able to find something dirty enough to get your panties in a twist.”
    Tremaine laughed. “The police dinnae scare me.” He scoffed. The sparkle of amusement in his eye sent a flush through my body, and I gritted my teeth against his asinine response. “But while we’re on the subject, who’s yer suspect? I cannae imagine it’s me, or ye would have said so already, aye? Yet, that’s the logical conclusion since ye were eavesdropping outside my door.”
    “That’s none of your damn business.”
    “It is if yer in my club,” Tremaine said, his voice softly menacing.
    I was going in circles here. “Fine, then. Remy Vox,” I snapped. “My partner and I are looking into an alleged drug-dealing operation he’s got on the side. Now I gave you something. Tell me something.”
    Tremaine’s eyes narrowed, and he turned away. I watched as he spoke quietly to one of the guards, and though I strained my ears to catch what they were saying, I couldn’t hear a single word. Dammit . Why couldn’t I have been born with super-hearing?
    “Yes, sir,” the guard said. “I’ll take care of it.”
    “Good.” Tremaine straightened. “Take care of her, too.”
    He turned and headed toward the exit.
    “Wait…what?” I cried as fear ballooned in my chest. “You can’t kill me. I’m a fucking police officer!”
    Tremaine didn’t even bother to glance my way, and as the guard who’d originally brought me here closed in on me, I lost sight of Tremaine’s retreating back. Cursing, I tried to fight against the guard as he grabbed my shoulder and wrists, but it was impossible with my hands tied behind my back. Besides, if the kick I’d given him earlier was any indication, I doubt that I’d be able to make a dent in him with brute force. I wondered if either of my guns would work on any of these guys.
    “Your boss is gonna land your ass in jail,” I warned. “You would be better served to let me go and return my firearm.”
    No response.
    I growled as the guard dragged me down the stairs and past the dancing and drinking patrons. A few of them glanced my way as we passed, but for the most part, we were largely ignored. Was this a fairly normal sight for them? Ugh. That thought didn’t make me feel at all better.
    “You’re gonna end up with a whole police force snooping around here, and you can’t disappear them all,” I tried again. “Don’t take the fall for this one. Jail isn’t a pretty place, even for a tough guy like you.”
    “Not worried about it,” he said, voice void of any emotion.
    He dragged me through the kitchen, a large area behind the bar full of stainless steel appliances and white tile. The air was heavy with the smell of fried food and the sound of sizzling meat; my stomach would have growled had the situation not been so dire. Despite my struggling and shouts, the kitchen staff didn’t spare more than a cursory glance our way.
    The guard shoved me through the back door, and I stumbled into the dimly lit back alley. I would have tripped over the cobblestones if the guard hadn’t snagged me by the arm…not that I was thanking him or anything, since they clearly meant to kill me.
    “Let me go!” I shrieked as loudly as I could, hoping that someone outside the club—someone who might give a damn—would hear me and come running.
    Except my screams seemed to die as they fell off my lips. No echoing off the walls, nothing. The alley was eerily silent; I couldn’t even hear traffic whizzing by in the distance. It was like we were in a bubble.
    And yet, I tried again, because it was all I could do at this point.
    “Scream all you want, love. Nobody’s going to hear you back here.” A nasally voice caught my attention, and the guard hauled me around, bringing me face to face with a short, bald man sitting on a trash can. He looked me up