Chapter 54
JUST A LITTLE FRIENDLY ADVICE
J.D. Stevens
I hated fucking cops. It could be because I had such terrible experiences with them when I was younger being the kid of Fergus MacDaniel and the nephew of Angus. They didn’t like me because of my name and its association with the Sinners even if I wasn’t involved in any of that shit at the time. It was one of the many reasons I left Nevada when I could. Guilt by association was a bitch to deal with.
Now sitting in this fucking room, I was ready to get all this shit over with. I’d been in here for way too long and it was pissing me off. They were trying to make me sweat, but it won’t work. Fuck them. I wouldn’t break for anyone.
When the door opened, I expected one of the agents who stuck me in here, not Donald Williams, the Special Agent in Charge of the Charlotte FBI Field Office. And I knew what was coming. I believed this was going to be more about my relationship with Rebel, than Agent Revels which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Although I owed no one any explanations about my relationship.
He closed the door, then pulled out the chair across from me and took a seat. He placed a file folder on the table, opened it, then pulled out a picture, and slid it over to me. I glanced at the picture then looked back him. It was a still photograph pulled from a security video of me sitting outside, Agent Revels home when I went to see him.
“What is your relationship with Rebel Pierce, Mr. Stevens?” he asked, leaning back in his chair.
“I’m sure she can tell you what the nature of our relationship is Agent Williams since she’s your goddaughter.”
“What’s your interest in my goddaughter?”
“Is that why you brought me down here Agent?” I asked with my brow arched. “Did you bring me down here to ask me about something that’s none of your business? Why would you want to know that I’m fucking your goddaughter?”
Anger flashed in his eyes as his jaw clenched. “According to Agent Revels notes, Rebel Pierce was going to give him evidence against you and your gang.”
Leaning forward, I planted my elbows on the cold, hard surface of the metal table. “You and I both know Agent we’re not a gang and I can’t speak on what Agent Revels and Rebel were in discussions about.”
“Is that why you shot her after you killed Agent Revels?”
All I could do was burst into laughter. Was this how they were trying to justify Revels shooting Rebel? Before I could answer, the door to the interrogation room opened and in stepped Della Blackmon.
She became the club’s lawyer after all that shit went down with Hannibal being implicated in the disappearance of a lot of women from a very popular club that used to be in Charlotte. I called in Sandman, a Nomad for the club, to take out the real person to clear Hannibal’s name. However, law enforcement still refused to see that Demons United wasn’t involved in any of that shit. They’d look for anyway to take us down including using this bullshit.
“I hope you weren’t questioning my client without his lawyer present, Special Agent in Charge?” Della asked as she sat in the chair next to me.
“He’s a grown man, Ms. Blackmon. He doesn’t need you here to hold his hand.”
“I’m sure he doesn’t, but it’s still his constitutional right to have me present during questioning. Now my client will help you as much as possible.”
“Can I begin?” Special Agent Williams asked with his brow arched.
Della smiled. “You may.”
His eyes slid from her to me. “Why were you at Agent Revels house?”
“I wanted him to back off Rebel. He was threatening her.”
“And how do you know he was threatening her?” Special Agent Williams asked.
“Don’t answer that,” Della said before I could answer. “Any questions pertaining to Rebel Pierce and her interactions with Agent Revels are to be posed to her since he’s implicated in her shooting.”
“But I believe Mr. Stevens shot Ms. Pierce with Agent Revels gun to keep her quiet.”
I couldn’t help but scoff, but Della’s gentle touch on my arm halted my words in their tracks. “Agent, my client has been cleared of shooting, Ms. Pierce. The weapon used was Agent Revels. The only fingerprints on the weapon were Agent Revels. You’re grasping at straws trying to implicate my client to keep the focus off your agent and his wrongdoings.”
“Fingerprints can be manufactured,” he said.
“But Ms. Pierce herself has fingered Agent Revels as her shooter, not Mr. Stevens. Are you sure you’re the best person to be handling this interview since you’re so close to Ms. Pierce? Wouldn’t that be a conflict of interest?”
“I believe Agent Revels is dead,” he said, ignoring Della’s question. “And I believe you killed him and his wife.”
“And I believe you’re full of shit,” I said. “I didn’t kill Agent Revels or his wife. My concern has been Rebel, and it will always be Rebel.”
“If she was your concern, why weren’t you here while she was in the hospital?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
“My client isn’t answering that. It has nothing to do with Agent Revels disappearance. Are you here to question him about that or his relationship with Ms. Pierce, Agent?”
“Both,” he responded.
“Well only one line of questioning is appropriate. Stick to that or I will end this interview,” Della said.
“What is your relationship to Agent Revels?” he asked.
Della looked at me and nodded, giving me permission to answer the question.
“Apparently he’s my half-brother,” I said and Special Agent Williams eyes widen.
“And how did you find this out?”
“Agent Revels. It’s what he told me the day I went to his home.”
I lied, but he didn’t need to know that I extracted that information from him the same day I killed him and his wife.
“Are there any more questions for my client?” Della asked.
“Yes, I have a few more Ms. Blackmon,” he said not taking his attention off of me. “What were you doing in Las Vegas? Your girlfriend was clinging to life, and you took a trip. Can you explain that?”
“Was I welcomed at the hospital?”
He stared at me for a moment without answering my question.
“Was I welcomed at the hospital, Agent? I asked again.
“No,” he said. “But...”
“Right,” I said, interrupting his comment.
But fucking nothing. Rebel’s family didn’t want me around, especially since Rumi held me responsible for her hospitalization. So, I used that time to get rid of my father instead of dealing with shit here.
“It was better for her that her family wasn’t upset since some of you thought I hurt her.”
“And what were you doing in Las Vegas?” he asked again.
“Visiting family.”
“Okay, Agent,” Della said. “That’s enough questions for today. Unless you have an arrest warrant, next time you want to speak to my client make an appointment with me.”
Della stood, and I followed, never taking my eye off Agent Williams. I couldn’t tell if he believed me or not, but it didn’t really matter. I might always be under suspicion for their disappearance but there was nothing they would ever find to connect me or the club to it. Agent Revels and his wife’s bodies would never be found.
“I know you had something to do with this,” he said with anger in his voice. “And I’m going to take you down. All of you.”
“You don’t know shit, Agent. Your agent was a loose cannon. A loose cannon under your watch. Be careful who you’re threatening because if you continue to come after me, I can guarantee you, that you’ll be the one to lose everything. Not me.”
“Are you threatening me?”
A wide grin spread across my face. “No, I’m not threatening you, Agent. Just giving you a little friendly advice. If I were you, I’d listen.”
I looked at Della, her eyes meeting mine in a brief, acknowledging nod, before she exited the room, and I followed closely behind. If he wanted to take me down, I was going to take him down with me. He ignored all the shit Revels had been doing. Rebel had enough evidence to bury her godfather, she just hadn’t put two and two together.
Or she was trying to save him?