Chapter 97

“Keep talking,” he told the old man. “Cal, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” the old man said cautiously.

“What do you mean, start over again?”

He hesitated. “I’d better not say anymore without my lawyers.”

Within three minutes, pandemonium erupted in the apartment. Police units stormed the place. Deke led the suspect out by his nape and prodded him forward with the barrel of his gun.

After the police verified Deke’s credentials, they were cool. And he turned all his attention to the EMTs working on Kimber.

He detailed the cut on her arm calmly. “Why the hell is she still unconscious?”

“You family?”

Oh, this shit. “I’m her…” Boyfriend? Fiancé? Father of her child? “She’s mine.”

“Your wife?”

“Not…yet.”

“Sorry. No information given out to nonfamily members,” said one as they carried her out on a stretcher.

Deke couldn’t resist touching her face, her shoulder, as they passed. He followed them out to the ambulance. “Let me ride wit