Page 89 of Entangled

Gian didn’t bother to even turn his head at the new—yet familiar—voice. The RCMP detective that had become a second shadow of sorts for him loomed just beyond the bars.

Seeley looked at a file in his other hand. “Quite the mess you’ve found yourself in again, Gian.”

“Oui.”

“Why on earth would you think it was a good idea to go in guns blazing, when you damn well know you’re not to have any weapons, legal or otherwise?”

Gian shrugged. “I wasn’t thinking.”

That much was the truth. He had gotten that call from Cara, decided to head over, and shit had gone south from there.

“The cops said you refused to give a statement,” the detective noted.

“I want my lawyer there when I do.”

“It’s the weekend. You know these jails don’t bring in lawyers and have all that nonsense done on the weekends.”

“Then my statement can wait.”

“Make it easy on them, give them the statement,” Seeley said. “What’s it going to hurt? We already know what happened, just repeat it for them.”

“When my lawyer shows up,” Gian replied.

Seeley grunted under his breath. “You’ve got these damn Mounties split down the middle, Guzzi. Half of them think they should release you for what you did, and the other half thinks you’re nothing more than a—”

“Criminal, I know. That half is right.”

“At least you’re aware.”

“Is Domenic being held in another cell because we’re brothers?” Gian asked, getting tired of the same old conversation that would go nowhere. He’d also been wondering about his younger brother, and how Dom had faired through the weekend. “I mean, I get why you wouldn’t want us together. It would be a shame if we concocted some kind of story to get me out of here, right?”

Seeley’s face turned to stone. “Domenic wasn’t arrested.”

“Oh?”

Gian didn’t hide his surprise.

“No need to, as his weapon was registered and legal. He also didn’t shoot anybody, and he was helping in the main entrance with victims. He was brought in for a secondary, more thorough statement this morning, though.”

Something in the lilt of the detective’s tone caught Gian’s attention.

“Was he now?” Gian sat a little straighter on the bench. “Do tell.”

“Where did you get your gun from?”

Gian said nothing.

“How long have you had it?” Seeley questioned.

Gian stayed quiet.

There had to be a reason for these questions, after all.

Frustrated, the detective pushed away from the bars with a scowl. “You’ve got everybody fooled, Guzzi, but not me.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You owe your brother—big time.”