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

anybody, you can always escort the male prisoner.”
    A muscle pulsed in Biff’s cheek but he spun on his heel and stormed out, leaving them to follow.
    Taige’s brows arched over her eyes. “Wow.”
    Linc thought about mentioning that this wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg. But he didn’t see the point.
     
     
    Mays wanted to gut that bitch.
    The problem was it just wasn’t an option. If she had just been some stupid piece of colored trash driving through his town, he could have dealt with her and nobody would have been the wiser.
    The problem was that FBI attached to her name.
    As he led her, the pink- and blue-haired punk bitch and Dawson out into the bullpen, he had to realign his thoughts and accept the facts.
    The last thing he needed was to have the FBI messing around with his town. This was his town. Once that no-good, piece-of-shit Dawson had resigned himself to that fact and stepped aside, Mays had taken over and that was how things were. His town. He was in charge, ran it his way.
    Maybe the Dawson family had more money than the Mays family did, but that didn’t mean shit. They had it because the fuckers had some high and mighty bastards who invented some gadgets, held a few patents. They thought that made them special.
    The Mays family had been the real power in this town for a long time, and now he was finally doing just what they were meant to do.
    Running things.
    His father had been the sheriff until he died of a heart attack. Things had been just fine until then. The man who’d stepped into his shoes had been some dumbass who had wanted to modernize things and, for fuck’s sake, there had been a female cop. The chief then had been too fucking soft and then Dawson had come home from college with his fancy-ass degree in law enforcement. People on the town council had liked him, his parents. Too many soft-ass idiots who didn’t know dick about running a town.
    An accident had left the one full-time officer in a wheelchair and Dawson had applied. He’d eventually taken over when the sheriff retired and people talked out their asses about what a good job he’d done during his time here. Fuck. A good job? He’d arrested Steve’s boy over bullshit charges. Sexual assault—a girl goes out dressed like a whore, she’ll get treated like one. The charges went nowhere, Steve had seen to that.
    And he’d waited. Waited for his chance, but it had been a long time coming.
    Dawson didn’t seem to do shit wrong. Kept his business in order, paid his taxes on time. Probably even washed his hands after he jacked off. If he knew how to jack off, that is.
    But he’d landed his ass in Steve’s jail a time or two.
    Make that three.
    Steve might have laughed about it, except somehow this last time had come with an FBI agent.
    Or two.
    The bitch with the pink-and-blue hair was staring at him.
    Her eyes, green as grass, all but glowed as their gazes connected, and his head went a little light. Images flashed through his mind and he slammed a hand against the counter to catch his balance. A cool hand brushed against his.
    The girl…what was her name?
    DeeDee. Missing.
    How long now?
    His thoughts got muddled and the air around him felt hotter. Tighter. He struggled to breathe and reached up, jerking at the collar of his shirt.
     
    A hand touched her shoulder.
    Jay brushed it off and deepened the connection.
    Abruptly, she found herself spun around, staring up at Taige.
    “Enough .”
    The voice in her mind was clear as a bell and Jay fought the urge to scream at her.
    “You don’t know. You didn’t see—”
    “I did,” Taige countered, her voice cool. “ I saw.”
    Then she looked past Jay and stared at the cop. “We’re in it now, Roberts. We’re not leaving. We’ll figure this out.”
    Yeah. Jay looked shot a look over her shoulder, stared at the old, dirty cop. Dirty. Like a piece of shit that clung to her boot. He gazed vacantly off into space, rattled by her careless search of his emotions.