The Innocent: FBI Psychics, Book 2 by Shiloh Walker Read Free Book Online

addressing that fact, he went after her. So, is Hell a part of the United States, or not?”
    Chief Mays stared at her, his expression stony. Then he looked over at his officer, who had been sullen and silent throughout the entire exchange. “I’m quite certain my officer would have read the prisoner her rights, Agent Morgan.”
    “Hmmm. And the phone call?” This time, her smile wasn’t so brilliant. It was hard-edged, like broken glass under the winter sun. “We can always check on that.”
    He stared at her. After fifteen seconds, she pulled out her phone, hit a number.
    “This is Agent Morgan. I need to speak to SAC Taylor Jones.” She paused for a beat of two. “Jones, it’s Morgan. Yes, it most definitely is about that situation in Hell, Georgia. I’ll be detained. It might even be worth one of us poking around down here and seeing just what in the hell is going on. When do I need him? Well, yesterday…yeah. Roberts didn’t get a phone call, there’s some question as to whether she was read her rights and it sounds like the situation is the same with the other prisoner…”
    She paused and smiled at the chief while he started to sputter. “I’ll be with you in a moment, Chief.”
    “Sorry, sir,” she said, turning her attention back to the phone call. “No, I’ll still be able to continue looking for that information. I’m not sure just what the problem is here, but I’ll stay in touch.”
    She was quiet a second. Then she nodded. “Hold on…” She focused her eyes on the sheriff. “Yes, sir… His name? The chief? Chief Mays, I didn’t catch the first name.”
    Inside the cell, Linc closed his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling as Steve Mays started to slowly steam. His eyes all but drilled holes in Taige and she blithely smiled back at him.
    No matter how in the hell the rest of his life turned out, Linc was going to remember that moment. The moment fear bled into that cowardly, egotistical, evil son-of-a-bitch’s eyes.
    A moment later Taige disconnected the call and gave Mays another one of those winning smiles. “My boss might be coming down for a quick visit,” she said. “Roberts. You can touch base with him then.”
    “Just what is the fucking problem here?” Mays snarled.
    “Oh, civil rights violations for one…that’s not the sort of thing he would take a look at. He handles other matters…normally.” She gave the sheriff a bright smile. “But you can imagine he’s going to be concerned with something that involves his people.”
    She turned to Jay and crossed her arms. “I’m not sure how long it will take me to get you out. Are you going to be okay?”
     
     
    It took Taige less than one hundred and twenty seconds to get Jay released from the cell after that point.
    Not only did the oh-so-stupid Officer Biff Stahley release her from the cell, he also opened the door to Linc’s as well, after Mays jerked his chin toward it and snarled, “Him too.”
    “But—”
    “I am not dealing with a bunch of uppity, bleeding heart civil rights assholes all because you’re too fucking stupid to read them their rights,” Mays bit off as he turned on his heel and stormed to the front of the station.
    Linc shoved off the wall and sauntered out, patted Biff on the shoulder. “One of these days, you might almost pass for a rent-a-cop, kid. It will be okay.”
    Biff shoved him.
    “Careful there,” Taige said, her voice mocking. “I’d hate to have to testify that you laid your hands on a prisoner… No, wait. I wouldn’t.”
    “Fucking cunt,” Biff muttered under his breath. Then he jerked a thumb to the door. “Get the hell out of here so we can finish the paperwork up. I got shit to do.” He went to catch Jay’s arm but she sidled out of his reach, aligning herself with Taige.
    Linc looked over at Jay, watched as Taige put herself between them. “I think we can trust her to behave herself,” Taige said levelly. “If you need to manhandle