Police Brutality (Hazard and Somerset: A Union of Swords Book 2) by Gregory Ashe

Author:Gregory Ashe [Ashe, Gregory]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hodgkin and Blount
Published: 2020-01-30T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

DECEMBER 19

WEDNESDAY

1:49 PM

IN THE BASEMENT, WITH THE security footage still frozen on the screen, Somers waited for the explosion. Hazard was still clutching the remote, holding it so tightly that the plastic chirped in protest. The countdown was already beginning in Somers’s head: 10. 9. 8.

“You can’t be so rough with it,” Schoen said, reaching for Hazard’s hand but not quite daring to take back the remote. “You’re going to break it.”

“That fucking piece of shit lied to me,” Hazard said, mostly to himself as he worked the remote like a blind man. “That fucking asshole shoved my nose into a pile of his own bullshit. Why won’t this fucking thing fucking rewind? Why won’t this goddamn, piece of shit, cock-busting fucktoy do a single fucking thing it’s supposed to do?”

“Uh, Ree,”

With a wordless growl, Hazard shoved the remote at Schoen, turned, and took the stairs out of the basement. Schoen turned the remote in his hands, studying it.

“He cracked the case. That son of a gun cracked the case.”

“Will you sort this out?” Somers said. “And get copies of those files. The whole files, please.”

“Yeah, but,” Dulac threw a look of consternation at Schoen and then at Somers. “Dude, we’re partners. Come on, don’t ditch me.”

“I’m not ditching you. I’m just going to make sure he doesn’t hulk-smash anything valuable. Get the files, ok?”

“I’m not a newb, dude, I’m—”

But Somers was already taking the stairs, darting through the well-dusted stillness of Schoen’s front rooms, and hurrying outside. Hazard was standing on the lawn, glancing about like a man who wanted a sledgehammer or a pneumatic drill but, hell, he’d settle for a croquet mallet as long he still got to do some serious damage. As Somers reached Hazard, Hazard launched off again, his long strides eating up the sidewalk.

“So, let’s not jump to any conclusions, yet.”

“I’m not.”

“Don’t get angry, not until we know what really happened.”

“I’m not angry.”

“Right, well, that’s great. Because you’re doing a really good impression of being angry.”

“I’m fine, John.” His stride picked up pace. He was practically jogging. “I’m just very, very aware of the fact that my client was a lying, dick-hole piece of shit who manipulated me.”

“That feels a little bit like jumping to conclusions.”

Hazard just walked faster until they got to the end of the block.

“Ree,” Somers said, catching his sleeve.

Hazard spun around so fast that Somers dropped the sleeve.

“He told me somebody was trying to get into his house.” Hazard took a step toward Somers; Somers held his ground. “He told me he ran for his fucking life, with that truck riding his ass.” Hazard took another step; Somers stayed where he was. “He told me someone was trying to kill him, and he stood in that doorway and pretended somebody was shooting at him.” Hazard’s next step brought his chest bumping against Somers’s, his scarecrow eyes flashing as he towered over him. “So don’t tell me not to lose my fucking temper.”

Somers didn’t move, even though Hazard was big,

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