I sighed again and just gave Race a look that he could interpret any way he wanted. He was bright enough to know exactly what I thought without me having to lay it all out in front of him. I got to my feet and walked around where he and Dovie were sitting.
“Let me go give Bax and Brysen the rundown and then you guys can head out. If I don’t fill Bax in, I have about five seconds before he comes through the security glass anyway.” My cell phone had been buzzing and pinging with impatient messages from my younger brother since he hit the front doors of the station. Nothing, not even bulletproof glass and an army of weapon-packing police personnel, would keep Bax from Dovie if he thought she needed him. “You guys take a couple minutes together if you need it.”
I was at the door when Dovie’s soft voice stopped me.
“Why is Reeve back, Titus? What does she have to do with everything that’s going on?”
I gave her a hard look and pulled the door open. My eyes immediately saw my brother and Race’s pretty blond girlfriend. I cringed when I also saw that Reeve’s timing had been bad and she was currently being caged in and growled at by Bax. My younger brother had intimidation down to an art form, and I hated to admit that I didn’t blame him for the blatant hatred that was pouring off of him as he appeared to be chewing out the slender young woman.
“I don’t know yet. I’m trying to put it all together before the city ends up as nothing more than rubble and ash. I have a really bad feeling that I need her.”
“You can’t trust her.” Dovie’s tone held old hurt and betrayal. She knew better than anyone just how untrustworthy Reeve could be.
“I know, Dovie. I don’t trust anyone.”
Race snorted and reached out to grab his sister in a one-armed hug. I could see by the expression on her face that she knew the gesture was more for him than it was for her. “Isn’t it already too late to worry about this city burning. The people in it can’t help but feed the flames?”
I agreed with him, so I just shut the door behind me and stalked to where Bax was raking Reeve over the coals while Brysen watched with wide, confused eyes. I heard his deep voice bark, “You bitch. I should put your head through that wall after what you did to Dovie. She thought you were her friend.” I wish they were just idle words that he was speaking, but Bax didn’t make threats he wasn’t ready to follow through on. It didn’t matter that Reeve was a girl. To him she was the enemy who had put Dovie in danger. He would treat her like any other threat to his woman.
Reeve blinked those unusually colored blue eyes slowly, and I sighed as she went really pale and still under the onslaught of Bax’s anger. I hated that somewhere deep in my gut a little bit of pride cheered for her when she refused look away from him.
“No one has friends in the Point . . . at least that’s what I always thought. I’m trying to make it right.” I reached the little party just as Reeve’s voice cracked and her lower lip started to tremble faintly.
I intervened just as Bax was gearing up to lay into her some more. I reached up to pop him across the back of the head with an open palm. I rarely got the drop on my brother, his instincts were honed too sharp, so I took the shot because he was so focused on his prey he never saw me coming and also because I didn’t like the way his threatening Reeve had all my protective instincts flaring to life. She was the last woman in the world I needed to feel protective toward, but that didn’t stop me from wanting to shove my brother away from her.
“Leave her alone, asshole. She’s trying to help.” I let both my annoyance and frustration snap at him as he turned around to shift his glare to me.
Reeve looked between the both of us, and was smart enough to bolt while she had an opening. She left without saying anything to either one of us, but I could see the way her hands were shaking as she pulled open the front door to the police station.
“Who on earth was that?” Brysen sounded bewildered and her bright eyes were full of confusion and questions.
Bax retaliated to my smack across his head by tagging me in the gut with a balled-up fist. He never pulled any punches, so the force made me grunt and double over as I glared at him.
Bax turned his dark eyes to Brysen and bit out, “Reeve Black. She’s the person who told Novak that Dovie was on her own the night he had his guys grab her off the street. She got into bed with him over a blood debt and he called it in and used it to hurt Race and Dovie. She should be in jail for capital murder, but she cut a major deal with the feds and went into Witness Protection. She’s supposed to be as far away from here as they could put her. I told this idiot”—he pointed at his finger at me—“if I ever saw her again I wasn’t going to be responsible for my actions.”