In Moonlight and Memories by Julie Ann Walker

Author:Julie Ann Walker
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Limerence Publications
Published: 2019-09-17T00:00:00+00:00

The narratives we tell about ourselves are always filled with misrepresentations, blind spots, and partial truths.

It’s rare to be completely clear when indulging in self-reflection. But one thing I can’t deny or discount is that my anger tends to spark easy. Probably because I was born with more fuses than the average person.

I blame that on the man who sired me.

“Why the hell didn’t you call me?” The volume of my voice sends a meat cleaver into my cerebral cortex. I hastily remove my flask to take a sip of Gentleman Jack.

“There wasn’t time,” Luc insists.

He’s sitting in one folding chair, while Maggie, still in her pajamas, slumps listlessly in the other. She looks like a wet dishcloth that’s been hastily wrung out and left crumpled on the kitchen counter. As for me? I’m pacing the length of the living room, too outraged to sit or to appreciate the beauty of the wood floors, which are finally ready for stain and varnish.

Can’t believe Sullivan had the nerve to barge into Maggie’s apartment at the butt crack of dawn and drag her down to the police station.

Oh, wait. Yes, I can. The man’s a total dickbag.

“When Jean-Pierre called to tell me what happened, I was already fifteen minutes from the swamp house,” Luc adds. “I spent the rest of the drive into town frantically calling everyone I know who might be able to put me in touch with a good lawyer. I reckoned springing Maggie May from the clink was more important than taking the time to fill you in on what was going on.”

“Saying I was in the clink makes me sound like a convicted felon,” Maggie mutters. “I wasn’t in the clink. I was in an interrogation room.”

Yeah. An interrogation room. The thought of Sullivan handcuffing her to a table and grilling her for even one second is enough to make a sick sensation swirl in the bottom of my belly. Or maybe that’s the whiskey. Skipped breakfast, so there’s nothing in my gut to cut its strength.

“You were in an interrogation room without a lawyer. Without having been granted a phone call. Without having been read your rights. What happened will not stand.” I stop pacing to point a finger at Luc. “Get that lawyer to press fucking charges.”

He pats the air. “Look, what Sullivan did sticks in my craw too. But that doesn’t mean I’m ready to go off with my pistol half-cocked. We gotta play this thing smart. Let’s talk with Maggie May’s cop friend, see where we stand on bringing Rick and Sullivan down before we go ’round pressing charges that may or may not hold water.”

“He illegally detained her.” My back molars might explode if I grind my teeth any harder.

“Yeah. But that’ll get him what? A slap on the wrist? A suspension? Are we or are we not looking to bring the bastard down for good?”

I hate to admit when Luc’s right, but… “You’re right.” I take a deep breath, hoping it’ll tamp down my rage.

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