Chapter 59
Vaughn had a lot to say to Darnell, but now was not the time.
“I want my son released,” Devon Godfrey demanded. He was like a puffed-up version of his kid. Blond hair, tall. A little soft, but still imposing.
Vaughn took one look at him and pictured the man on his back, lacing his forearm across his neck as he’d done with Zeke.
“Your son has been—”
“I don’t care. He didn’t do anything. I want him released.”
“Mr. Godfrey—”
“Where’s Captain Daniels?”
Devon was flanked by three men and one woman. Lawyers. Expensive, tailored suits. Luxury attaché cases and million-dollar haircuts.
“Mr. Godfrey, I’m Detective Ryan. Your son attacked me with a knife.” Vaughn held his arm up and the big man squinted at it.
“Doesn’t look like a knife wound. Looks like a scratch. You have a cat, Mr. Ryan?”
Mr. Ryan?
Vaughn didn’t hate many people in this world, but he instantly hated this man.
Time to put him in his place.
“Zeke also murdered a fellow student. Twenty-one-year-old Rebecca Quinn.” That shut him up. “Good—now that I’ve got your attention—”
“What the hell is going on?”
Captain Daniels had arrived.
And, as Darnell had predicted, the man didn’t look happy. Would be even less so when he realized that one of the PPD’s big donor’s sons had been arrested for murder, along with a litany of other charges. What would he do when he found out that Ivy had been involved?
Vaughn’s phone rang.
“Captain Daniels, I want my son released.”
Devon was no longer interested in Mr. Ryan, and Vaughn used the distraction to slip away and answer his phone. There was no caller ID.
“Hello?”
“Vaughn, I think we’ve got another one . . . I think there’s going to be another attack. I think there’s going to be another murder.”
It was Ivy, and she sounded desperate. Vaughn couldn’t believe his ears.
“What? What are you talking about? What the hell is going on?”
Vaughn heard Ivy struggle to swallow.
“I found a note . . . I went back to my boss’s office and found a note addressed to me.”
“A note? What kind of note?”
“I don’t know! A . . . math note? There’s a mention of gas and . . . twenty-seven minutes or someone else is going to die!”
Vaughn’s blood surged. His ears grew hot.
“Where are you?”
“I’m at Fine Hall. You need to hurry. Hurry, please.”
“Meet me outside.”
Vaughn started to move when someone grabbed his arm.
It was Darnell.
“Where you going?”
“Ivy’s in trouble. Stay here. Deal with Devon.”
“I’m coming with—”
“Stay here, Darnell! And brush your fucking teeth before you speak to anyone else. Got it?”