Hot Shot by M. J. Fredrick

Author:M. J. Fredrick
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi
Tags: Detective
ISBN: 9781605041056
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2008-01-03T13:00:00+00:00

Half a million dollars to let Doug out of jail. Gabe couldn’t fathom that kind of money.

Doug had looked like hell. His bridge was missing, and someone else had broken his nose this time. Gabe could understand—Doug was being held with people whose homes and livelihoods were threatened by the fire.

A lot of reporters milled in front of the white-bricked Grecian-style courthouse in Bounty, including microwave towers from all the major news stations across the country. If Gabe had been thinking clearly, he and Peyton would have changed out of their Nomex gear before showing up. The yellow and green uniform acted as a magnet for the reporters, who mobbed them, shouting questions he didn’t have answers to.

Questions he’d asked himself since he’d heard.

Only a matter of days ago, Gabe would have been happy to let Doug rot. Now it was public sentiment driving him to get Doug out of jail, not any softening toward the man. He was still a son of a bitch. But not a son of a bitch who deserved to be in jail.

Jesus, this was a nightmare, like learning about Doug and Jen all over again. A betrayal to the soul. At first, when Jen had told him she loved Doug, he’d denied it to himself, needing to believe Doug would never risk their friendship. They’d been through too much to split over a woman.

And now to find the same man accused of arson—it was almost worse, somehow. Everything he knew about the man was at odds with the idea he was a firebug. The man loved his job. Grudgingly, Gabe could see him being swayed by a woman, but not by the lure of the dragon.

Peyton stood nearby, on the phone with Jen, one palm pressed over her free ear. He didn’t understand why she had trouble hearing—he could hear Jen just fine, freaking out over the bail.

“Half a million?”

“If we get a bondsman, we only have to pay ten percent.”

Why was Peyton saying “we”? She was trying to calm Jen down, but there was a limit to his willingness to get involved. Hell, he didn’t have any money, and as career firefighters, Jen and Doug probably didn’t either. And ten percent of five hundred thousand dollars was still fifty thou.

“Doesn’t matter. I don’t have it!”

Definitely freaking out.

Peyton murmured something into the phone and folded it closed.

“She said she’ll try to get it.”

Gabe hadn’t heard her say any such thing. “She doesn’t know anyone with that kind of cash.”

Peyton tucked the phone in her front pocket, not meeting his eyes. “Yeah, she does.”

Damn inscrutable woman. “Who’s she going to ask? The president?”

“There’s a thought,” Peyton said sarcastically, moving toward the window to look out at the crowd of reporters. “What happened to him inside?”

“Jail, you mean?” He joined her at the window, close, but not too close. Her story about her husband still had him off-kilter. He didn’t really want to let her out of his sight. What was the next step? If it

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