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was guilty from the first minute I stepped into that courtroom! He didn’t give me a chance—”
“So you made sure that he wouldn’t be around long, didn’t you? You made your own chance. ”
“I didn’t do anything!” Chris rocked back in his chair. “The guy got attacked. He died. Sucks, but that’s life.”
No, it wasn’t. “He had a family,” Rachel said. An image of Patterson’s body flashed through her mind. “A daughter. A son.” His wife had died years before.
“I got a family, too,” Chris snapped. “You think my old man likes that I wound up like this? He was military, too. Thirty years. Hell, no, this shouldn’t have happened, but that lying jerk McAlister said I got drunk and roughed up some girls. I didn’t. He did. McAlister’s ribs got broken because I was making him back off. That’s what happened.” His chin jerked into the air. “I should get a medal. Instead, they threw me into the brig.”
“I don’t care about your sob story,” Dylan fired out.
Chris blinked.
“I want to know how you found him.” Dylan pointed at Chris. “And you’re going to tell me.”
Chris laughed. “You’re crazy.”
“The FBI is checking your father’s bank account right now,” Dylan revealed. Rachel knew that the EOD was actually the one doing the check. “Are they going to see that it’s short by...oh, maybe twenty thousand? Thirty? That used to be Jack’s going rate.”
Chris’s smile dimmed. “I don’t know any Jack.”
“Sure you do. You had him kill Hank Patterson.”
Chris’s gaze cut over to Rachel. “Pretty lady, are you just gonna stand there and let your—”
“Eyes here,” Dylan snarled.
Chris jerked upright. His eyes flew back to Dylan.
“I’m not your lawyer.” Dylan’s words hit with a thundering intensity. “I’m not one of your guards. I don’t care about how much money your father has or who the hell he served with. I’m an ex-SEAL, and I am your worst nightmare.” He leaned toward Chris. “You think you’re safe in here? I’ve got you now. No guards will hear you if you cry out. No one will hear you but me.”
“I didn’t hire Jack!”
“You’re weak.” Disgust was heavy in Dylan’s voice. “The bully who picks on others, but never on anyone that he thinks can actually fight back against him.”
Chris’s lips clamped together.
“You knew Patterson was going to rule against you, so you had him killed. Probably you and your old man.”
Goose bumps rose on Rachel’s arms. This was just like before. Her last case as a Marine Corps Judge Advocate. Jack had been brought in on that case, too...
“Money can’t buy everything,” Dylan said. His eyes were like black ice. “And it’s sure not going to buy you freedom. You’re going to stay locked up, and everyone will know just what a weakling you are—”
Chris erupted from his chair. “I’m not weak!” He flew right over the table, tackling Dylan. The two men slammed to the floor.
Rachel lunged forward.
But she didn’t need to help Dylan. He’d already tossed Chris off him and Dylan was back on his feet. “Wrong move, kid,” Dylan snarled.
Breath heaving, Chris glared at him. “No, you made the wrong move. I can make you vanish. Make you disappear, just like I did Patterson—”
And there it was. The confession that they’d wanted. Dylan had just needed to push the guy past his control in order to get the words that they wanted to hear.
“One call is all I need to make to my old man act. Just one. ” Even as he spit out the last word, Chris’s eyes widened, but it was too late. His fury had driven him to reveal too much.
“Thanks, genius,” Dylan drawled mockingly. “That was all I wanted to know.” He turned away and glanced at Rachel. “Ready?”
Because now the trail would take them to Chris’s father. “Definitely.”
“No!” Chris yelled. “Hell, no! You aren’t going to keep me in here!” His eyes were wild. “I’ve got plans. One way
“So you made sure that he wouldn’t be around long, didn’t you? You made your own chance. ”
“I didn’t do anything!” Chris rocked back in his chair. “The guy got attacked. He died. Sucks, but that’s life.”
No, it wasn’t. “He had a family,” Rachel said. An image of Patterson’s body flashed through her mind. “A daughter. A son.” His wife had died years before.
“I got a family, too,” Chris snapped. “You think my old man likes that I wound up like this? He was military, too. Thirty years. Hell, no, this shouldn’t have happened, but that lying jerk McAlister said I got drunk and roughed up some girls. I didn’t. He did. McAlister’s ribs got broken because I was making him back off. That’s what happened.” His chin jerked into the air. “I should get a medal. Instead, they threw me into the brig.”
“I don’t care about your sob story,” Dylan fired out.
Chris blinked.
“I want to know how you found him.” Dylan pointed at Chris. “And you’re going to tell me.”
Chris laughed. “You’re crazy.”
“The FBI is checking your father’s bank account right now,” Dylan revealed. Rachel knew that the EOD was actually the one doing the check. “Are they going to see that it’s short by...oh, maybe twenty thousand? Thirty? That used to be Jack’s going rate.”
Chris’s smile dimmed. “I don’t know any Jack.”
“Sure you do. You had him kill Hank Patterson.”
Chris’s gaze cut over to Rachel. “Pretty lady, are you just gonna stand there and let your—”
“Eyes here,” Dylan snarled.
Chris jerked upright. His eyes flew back to Dylan.
“I’m not your lawyer.” Dylan’s words hit with a thundering intensity. “I’m not one of your guards. I don’t care about how much money your father has or who the hell he served with. I’m an ex-SEAL, and I am your worst nightmare.” He leaned toward Chris. “You think you’re safe in here? I’ve got you now. No guards will hear you if you cry out. No one will hear you but me.”
“I didn’t hire Jack!”
“You’re weak.” Disgust was heavy in Dylan’s voice. “The bully who picks on others, but never on anyone that he thinks can actually fight back against him.”
Chris’s lips clamped together.
“You knew Patterson was going to rule against you, so you had him killed. Probably you and your old man.”
Goose bumps rose on Rachel’s arms. This was just like before. Her last case as a Marine Corps Judge Advocate. Jack had been brought in on that case, too...
“Money can’t buy everything,” Dylan said. His eyes were like black ice. “And it’s sure not going to buy you freedom. You’re going to stay locked up, and everyone will know just what a weakling you are—”
Chris erupted from his chair. “I’m not weak!” He flew right over the table, tackling Dylan. The two men slammed to the floor.
Rachel lunged forward.
But she didn’t need to help Dylan. He’d already tossed Chris off him and Dylan was back on his feet. “Wrong move, kid,” Dylan snarled.
Breath heaving, Chris glared at him. “No, you made the wrong move. I can make you vanish. Make you disappear, just like I did Patterson—”
And there it was. The confession that they’d wanted. Dylan had just needed to push the guy past his control in order to get the words that they wanted to hear.
“One call is all I need to make to my old man act. Just one. ” Even as he spit out the last word, Chris’s eyes widened, but it was too late. His fury had driven him to reveal too much.
“Thanks, genius,” Dylan drawled mockingly. “That was all I wanted to know.” He turned away and glanced at Rachel. “Ready?”
Because now the trail would take them to Chris’s father. “Definitely.”
“No!” Chris yelled. “Hell, no! You aren’t going to keep me in here!” His eyes were wild. “I’ve got plans. One way
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