“So yeah, I sort of keep a watch on the neighborhood.”
“Big brother to one and all?” Margo asked.
“I grew up here.” Cannon shrugged as if that explained it all. “I know just about everyone. Most of the business owners, the local guys who go to the same gym as me, the elders who’ve been around for a while.” His eyes narrowed. “The troublemakers. The thugs.”
“It’s like a network,” Reese said.
“Pretty much.” Cannon tugged on his ear. “But the info I have now came from some kids, so I don’t know how reliable it is.”
“I appreciate it that you came to me so we could sort it out.” Margo went to her desk in front of Cannon. She propped her sweet behind on the edge, crossed her ankles and waited.
Was her head hurting? Her arm? Her expression was now so enigmatic, Dash couldn’t tell.
To get things going, he offered up a brief explanation. “Cannon started a gym as part of a community project to help get some of the at-risk kids off the street. It’s sort of a supervised rec center with a lot of coaching and direction thrown in.”
“Yeah.” Uneasy with the credit, Cannon shifted. “I just got it organized. Rowdy and Avery footed the bill.”
“Thanks to Avery’s inheritance from her stepfather,” Reese explained to Margo. “Rowdy didn’t want the guy’s money—”
“So they decided to put it to good use,” Logan finished.
Cannon narrowed his eyes on Logan, then Dash. “I’ve also had some anonymous donors who’ve helped in a really big way.”
“Cash only goes so far,” Dash replied. “You’re the one who puts that money to good use and keeps the place running...along with a few other projects.” Like working at a bar, staying on track with his MMA training and engaging in actual competition.
“A lot of guys pitch in.”
“Guys like you?” Margo asked.
“If you mean other fighters, yeah. Some who are doing really well, some just starting out, some who are also looking for a little guidance.” He shifted yet again. “It’s a good mix, having the youths in there with the more experienced guys. They pick up a lot just by watching, every guy volunteers a little help to the kids, to show them the way. There’s an overall camaraderie that makes the kids feel involved and wanted, and gives the men a chance to contribute.”
Impressed, Dash decided to make yet another generous donation. Again, anonymously. He had no doubts that Logan would do the same. They’d both been blessed, and they knew it.
“Out of curiosity...” Margo again checked out Cannon’s bruised face. “Who won that last fight?”
“I did.” For once he didn’t look uncomfortable. When it came to his ability, he had no reserve. “TKO.”
“I suppose the other guy looks worse.”
Cannon laughed. “These were just a few taps. He didn’t hurt me.”
She shook her head, seemingly enthralled. Dash understood because he felt the same way. Professional fighting? He loved it.
At least she wasn’t looking at Cannon with personal interest. Dash could tell the difference.
She didn’t look at Cannon the same way she looked at him.
“How old are the kids you work with?” Margo asked.
“Anywhere from ten to eighteen.” Cannon sat forward. “It was a couple of boys, fourteen and fifteen, who came forward after I asked around. They’re brothers, lousy home life but still good kids. Just...energetic.”
Dash grinned at the judicious way Cannon phrased that. “Meaning they’ve been in and out of trouble with juvie?”
“Minor stuff,” Cannon defended. “Stealing beer, fighting, skipping school. That sort of thing.”
Perspectives, Dash thought. If he’d have tried any of that, his parents would have grounded him for eternity. But then, he’d had everything given to him. He had no reason to search for escapes, not when his life had been golden.
How had Margo’s life been growing up, especially given her folks hadn’t wanted a daughter...ever?
“I understand,” she said to Cannon. “I’m not looking to go after any kids. Just tell me what they know.”
“First, I need your assurance they won’t be drawn into anything. I don’t want them in danger just because they tried to do the right thing.”
“You have my word.”
Her word must’ve been good enough, because Cannon did finally relax. “I fudged things a bit, saying you and I are friends and that I was worried about you after the wreck. I mean, most of these kids are at best suspicious of the law, at worst, scared to death of anyone official. If you weren’t a personal friend to me, they wouldn’t give two thoughts to what happened to a cop.”
“Understood.” She smiled at him. “And I like to think we are friends.”
Despite the assurances he’d just given himself, Dash went on the alert—until Logan “accidentally” thumped his ear while stepping forward. “Promises aside, it’s possible Reese and I might need to talk to the boys. Will that be a problem?”
“Not as long as you make it low-key, keep it quiet and take it easy on them. They’re tough little nuts—but they’ve been through enough.” Cannon nodded at Reese. “I know you understand.”
Because he’d adopted Marcus, Reese had firsthand experience with troubled kids. “Only too well.”
Margo stepped away from her desk. To Dash, she seemed antsy—or sore. “Both of my detectives are great in dealing with kids. Rest easy on that.”
“Thanks.” Cannon glanced at Dash, cleared his throat, rubbed his chin. “There’s a hit out on you. Apparently the bastards that want you dead have offered up a grand to anyone who can make it happen.”
Even though Cannon had already told him, Dash still reacted. The urge to hold her, to somehow shield her, crashed through him.
Unfazed, Margo asked, “How are they to collect?”
Jesus, Dash thought. She took that without a single flinch of emotion. But then, neither Reese nor Logan looked all that shook up about it, either.
“Once the deed is done, they’re to spread the word on the street. The right goons will find out and be in touch. That’s all I know.”
Reese frowned thoughtfully. “How did the kids know this? Where did they hear it?”
“They were approached on the street. Because of the snow they were off school, hanging out front of a liquor store, and a car pulled up and called them over. There were six of them in the group, but I don’t know the other boys.” Cannon pulled out a photocopied news article with Margo’s face shown. “They were given this, so they’d know for sure who you are.”
Reese took it from him, holding it so Margo could see, too. “This is the write-up when you made lieutenant.”
She barely gave it a glance. “What liquor store?”
Cannon shared the info and Logan wrote it down.
“There’s more,” Cannon warned them.
Knowing it all had to be shared, Dash’s curled his hands into fists.
“The thing is...” Cannon cleared his throat. “If they take you alive, the price jumps up to five grand.”
“Alive?” Logan asked.
“So that...” Cannon worked his jaw. “So that she can be used.”
Hearing it again ramped up Dash’s killing mood. No way would he let anyone hurt her, but he was counting on his brother to find the men, and to put them away for good.
Reese no longer looked so relaxed. “Did the kids give you a description?”
“Older—which could mean just about anything since they’re kids. The driver had dark hair and a goatee. The passenger was big and bald. There was a third man in the backseat, but they didn’t get a good look at him.”
“The car?” Logan asked.
“Black sedan. That’s all they noticed.” He cleared his throat again. “They gave me something, though.”
Everyone waited.
Cannon reached into his pocket and pulled out a flash drive. “It’s...well, a video. Explicit stuff. Not something the boys should have seen.”
Logan started to reach for it, but Margo took it instead. On the way to her desk, she asked, “You watched it already?”
More uneasy by the second, Cannon nodded. “I don’t know if it’s acting or real. A naked woman tied to a display case, two guys...” Revulsion roughened his voice, and he gestured. “You get the idea. The woman is drugged I think. At least she looked it to me.”
Logan cursed. Reese growled.
“The driver gave it to the kids as...prepayment for helping out. Told them they’d like it and there was more where that came from.”
Margo reached her computer and inserted the flash drive. When no one joined her, she scowled. “Well? You have to see it whether you want to or not. It’s evidence. There could be a clue here.”
Cannon came to his feet but turned away. Dash was the first to reach Margo, not because he wanted to watch, but because he insisted on being by her side.
Reese and Logan, their moods thunderous, flanked them.
Logan said, “We could watch this later—”
“Now,” Margo said.
“I’m not a meek schoolboy,” Reese told her. “But this is awkward.”
“Grow a pair, why don’t you?” The file loaded and, with only a heartbeat of hesitation, she clicked it to play, straightened and waited.
More than ever, Dash wanted to put his arm around her, to offer support in any way she needed. She was so damned indifferent, so distant and contained that it bothered him on an elemental level.
At the same time, he accepted that this was her job, that she was good at it. Seeing her like this filled him with pride.
So he stayed silent...but close.
Cannon remained well out of the viewing area, his face averted, his body set in angry lines of disgust.
If it weren’t for the possibility of it being, as Cannon had said, “real,” it would have been regular, poor-quality, run-of-the-mill p**n . But they all knew that rather than being an actor, the woman in the film could be a victim, and that not only kept it from being sexually exciting, but it also made it revolting and enraging.
“All we’re getting is the back view of the bastards,” Reese said, “but one has dark hair and the other is—”
“Bald,” Logan finished. “Could be the same guys the boys spoke with.”
Quietly, above the sounds of bodies slapping together and the woman’s faint moans, Cannon said, “I think I recognize the place.”
Logan looked up. “It’s a business?”
“Local. A family-run pawnshop.”
“Pawnshop?” Logan gave his attention back to the video, his brow knit as he studied the scene.