Chapter 177

Sullivan

“Domestic dispute at The Café,” dispatch advises, causing me to do a double-take when I hear the location.

“The Café?” I verify.

“Yes. Caller states two patrons are having a disagreement.”

I can hear Leigh screaming on the call. “It’s Montana and Frank Gentry. He’s cornered her here.”

Son of a bitch. “I’ll be right there.”

I’m driving a Charger today instead of my customary SUV. As it responds to the way my foot presses the gas, I kind of hope they let me have it for the long haul. Even though I started out halfway across the county, I’m in front of The Café within minutes.

There’s a crowd, and I can see Frank standing very close to his wife.

“Frank, back away, or I’m going to have to take you in. You’re aware there’s an order of protection against you.”

I don’t mention how it’d be my pleasure. I’m still fucking pissed at the way he treated the woman in my life.

“Go ahead and take me in,” he screams at me.