Caribbean Rescue (Coastal Fury Book 16) - Matt Lincoln (reading tree .TXT) 📗

We stayed that way for several tense seconds, each staring the other down until finally, Turner broke first.

“Take him,” he muttered before turning to address the officers. “Hand the suspect over to the agents.”

Holm moved forward immediately to take hold of Frank’s arm.

“Thank you.” I grinned mockingly at Turner.

“Shut up,” he grumbled. “Now get the hell out of my station.”

“With pleasure,” Olivia responded as she took hold of Frank’s other arm.

She and Holm frogmarched him out of the station, and I tossed Turner one last deprecating smirk before turning to follow after them.

“I’m being personally escorted by three federal agents?” Frank gasped in mock surprise as Holm and Olivia guided him over to the Impala. “I’m honored.”

“Shut up,” I grunted as I opened the door to shove him inside. “I’ll ride back here and keep an eye on him. Holm can drive.”

“Good,” he snickered as he got into the driver’s seat. “Better chance we’ll survive with me behind the wheel.”

“I drive on the wrong side of the road one time,” I muttered.

“Technically, that’s twice now,” Holm replied as he started the car, “if we also count what happened back in Scotland.”

“Just drive,” I grumbled at him.

“What happened in Scotland?” Olivia asked as she turned around in her seat to look at me. “Is that what you guys were referencing earlier?”

“Yep.” Holm grinned. “Ethan’s got a track record of disregarding other country’s road laws.”

“I do not,” I retorted. “Besides, it’s especially confusing here because the steering wheel’s still on the left side of the car. At least in Scotland, it was on the opposite side.”

“Excuses, excuses,” he sighed teasingly as he pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the road.

Frank was sitting still and quiet beside me. His hands were cuffed, so it wasn’t like he’d be able to do much in a confined space with three trained federal agents, but I still made sure to keep an eye on him until we made it back to the Grace Bay station twenty minutes later.

“Come on,” I growled at Frank as I pulled him roughly out of the backseat. “We need to have a word.”

20

Ethan

“Thank you again,” I said to Captain Morris as Holm, Olivia, and I took a seat in his office for the second time that day, “for agreeing to help us out on such short notice.”

“Don’t worry yourselves,” he replied. “I told you to feel free to contact me if you needed anything. I just did not think you would be coming back so soon.”

“Neither did we,” I remarked. “We were pretty shocked to discover that Turner was trying to smuggle him away.”

“I wouldn’t say ‘shocked,’” Olivia scoffed. “Seems like just the kind of thing that sleazy guy would do, actually.”

“I had my suspicions that he was engaging in unsavory behavior,” Morris muttered in disbelief, “But I never would have imagined he would do something so brazen.”

We’d caught Captain Morris up to everything that had happened with Turner. He’d been shocked to hear that we’d caught the other man in the act of trying to hide Frank from us, and he’d agreed to keep Frank in custody until we concluded the case.

“Well, if you three are ready, I’ll take you back down to the interrogation room,” he announced.

I felt a sense of deja vu as the four of us got up and headed through the bullpen and into the short corridor that led to the interrogation room.

“I’ll be watching from next door,” Morris informed us. “Just like before. He’s restrained, so he shouldn’t be any trouble. I’ll be on alert, though, just in case.”

“Thank you,” I replied before watching him step into the little monitoring room just next to the interrogation room.

For the second time that day, we found ourselves inside the interrogation room at the Grace Bay Police Station.

I pushed open the door and stepped inside, Holm and Olivia right behind me.

“Hello again, Frank,” I greeted him icily as I took a seat across from him, unable to keep the anger out of my voice. This idiot had set us up to be shot, an incident that had actually resulted in Olivia getting hurt. I was furious.

“I’m surprised to see you again, agents,” he replied bitterly.

“I’m sure you are,” I snorted. “Sorry, your little plan to have us taken out didn’t quite work out the way you were expecting.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he huffed.

“Oh, cut the crap,” I snapped. “We know that sending us to Brown’s shop was all a ruse. He told us all about your old associate, Simon. Why don’t you do us both a favor and tell us the truth this time?”

“Or what?” he sneered. “What are you going to do if I don’t?”

“I’m going to make sure you rot in prison, for starters,” I replied. “You’ve screwed yourself pretty badly here. You know that, right? Assaulting a federal agent, conspiracy to commit a murder, and let’s not forget the man you shot dead on the beach.”

“I didn’t do that!” he protested.

“Didn’t you?” I asked. “You’re the only suspect we have. As far as I know, you were the one who shot the bullet that killed him. You really want to go down for everything on your own? Go off to rot in an American prison while your buddies get to keep living it up here on the island?”

His jaw was clenched so tightly that I could see a vein protruding from his neck, and his shoulders rose and fell with every heavy breath he took.

“Or we could just go find one of your buddies and have them talk instead.” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Brown told us about that bar on the beach up north. I’m sure one of them will be more than willing to talk in exchange for a better deal. Come on, we’re wasting our time here.”

I nodded to Olivia and Holm, who both immediately understood what my plan was and stood up.

“Wait!” he finally yelled just as I was standing up in a