I’m pissed, but I follow them back to the jail cells.
Instead of moving Beau to a private room, they keep us here in the open. Other prisoners are in the other cages, but Beau is by himself.
“I assume you’re Andi’s husband?” Beau asks in a thick Texan accent.
“Yeah. I’m Cowboy. You must be Beau.”
“Cowboy. Is that a joke? Are you making fun of me?” He shakes his head.
“No. It’s my road name, asshole. Now why the fuck do you want to talk to me?”
He chuffs out a laugh. “She fell for a biker. She slummed it. Are you even a real cowboy?”
“Does that fucking matter? Yes, my family owns a ranch in Wyoming. Our club isn’t slums. We all served in some way,” I grit out. “Now why the fuck do you need to talk to me?”
“You shouldn’t have brought her to Vegas. That’s exactly what she wanted. She stole the key that night after she drugged me. I told her I wouldn’t hurt Andi. I wasn’t into cheating.”
“She who?” I demand as I move closer to the bars.
“Starla, asshole. She’s went crazy because Andi was always winning, and then afterward, all they could do was compare Starla to Andi, saying that Andi would have still won. Starla couldn’t stand it. She came back from a trip back East and said she killed someone. I told her I was out, and that’s when I got picked up.”
I turn to the cops and pull out my phone as a bad thought hits me. We questioned Andi about Starla. She was even questioned by the cops. But no one suspected her.
I dial Andi’s cell, and it goes straight to voicemail. I dial Butcher.
“What’s up?” he asks.
“Where’s my wife? She’s not answering. Did she decide to leave the hotel?”
“What?” I hear movement over the line. “Why aren’t you with her?”
“The detectives needed me. It’s Starla. She’s the stalker and murderer.”
“Fuck. I’ll track her phone.” I hear clicking and then a curse. “Her phone showed it was at the hotel before it went dead.”
“Shit. I’m calling her parents. They said they’d keep her in their room.”
“I’m on my way. I’ll bring a friend to help.”
“Whatever. Just get there.”
I rush out as Beau continues yelling information to me. I run straight for the truck and jump in as I dial Andi’s mom.
“Where is she?” I demand by way of greeting.
“Don’t be rude. The assistant to the production company and rodeo association called saying she needed to go down for some promo shots and stuff like that. Andi left about half an hour ago.”
“It’s fucking Starla. Find my wife. Her phone is offline,” I bark into the phone before I hang up and dial Alek.
“Dah,” he answers.
“My wife’s phone is offline. She was called down for promo things by an assistant producer. The attacker is Starla Perry.”
“No. She shouldn’t have gotten a call yet. The production company is still in their suites. I’ll search for her. I’ll also look for this Starla.”
“Thank you.”
I hang up and again dial my wife, praying she’ll answer this time. But she doesn’t. I toss my phone on the dash as everypossible thing that could go wrong runs through my mind. At the next stoplight, I grab my phone and dial Ty.