If she’d fucked them all, he would have to purify her. There was no way he would raise some bastard’s baby. Then again, a baby would give him money on the open market. He could just bide his time and sell the thing.
He could probably take one of the guys, but not all five of them. When the police approached her, a thrill shot through him. He wanted her arrested. Having her miserable in prison would give him immeasurable joy.
But if she was in jail, he couldn’t use her. No, he needed her to stay free. Maybe he could cause a distraction.
When he was about ready to make a move, the police took off without her. Now it was just up to him to follow Blakely. His truck would stick out. The last thing he needed was one of them taking note of what he drove.
He needed a better plan. Something that would be foolproof. How could he figure out where she was staying? Maybe he could pretend to be a police officer.
They had uniforms, badges, and that tool belt. The most exciting part was the guns. He would love to pistol whip someone. Just the idea of beating someone until they passed out made him excited.
Two women walked past and looked at him as if he was acting strangely. He stood out. People who stood out were remembered, and he couldn’t have anyone remembering him. he would have to do better, blend in more. Maybe it was time to find some new clothes, get a haircut, and get his arm taken care of, not necessarily in that order.
He pushed up the sleeve of his shirt, wincing as pain slid through him. He’d made some mistakes in the past, but setting the fire had probably been his biggest mistake to date. If he didn’t get it take care of, it would end up screwing him over.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Before they took off one of the firemen approached Jump and told him he could go up and grab his ammunition and guns. He was being escorted up with one of the firemen. Blakely had to stay down below with his buddies. Before he left her side, he made sure she planned on staying with the guys and not venturing away.
“I have no desire to wander around. I know Grayson could be close by.”
Jump was glad to hear she would stay with his friends. Because they were staying together at Wave’s house, he would have the chance to get to know her better.
Heading up to the third floor meant they had to go around to the back of the building and climb up the one set of stairs that weren’t damaged.
Jump was disgusted at how many small fires this jerk had set. “This guy did a lot of damage.”
“He did. It’s a miracle we were able to rescue everyone. I think the worst injury was a broken bone. Someone could have easily died in the fire.”
“We were lucky. You guys showing up when you did meant we got out.”
“I wasn’t on shift, but I heard that your apartment was one of the last ones to get rescued. The wait must have been horrible.”
“It was.” If it had only been him, he might have climbed over the rail and made his way down by shimming down a pole. Blakely probably would have fallen if they’d climbed over the rail and slid down a pole. He had spent years training how to get out of tough spots. The obstacle course they ran prepared him for things like climbing down multi-story buildings. It wasn’t something that could be done easily.
The fireman led him inside and he grabbed his gun case and the boxes of ammunition he had. The place smelled of smoke, so he didn’t grab any of his clothes. Next trip back to the apartment, he could grab his clothes. Everything could be replaced. Even his gun and ammunition could be replaced, but he didn’t want some random person coming in and stealing them. It would suck to have his gun out on the streets.
“You get everything?” the fireman asked.
“Yes, I grabbed what I have here. Thank goodness the rest of my weapons are kept on base.”
“Okay, let’s head down.”
They were still on the third floor when a loud screech filled the air. The fireman reached out and grabbed the nearby railing and froze.
“What was that?” Jump asked.
“I don’t know. Let me ask on the radio.”
Jump glanced around, thinking the area where they were standing looked okay. A few seconds later, the walkway they were standing on shook.
“That’s not good,” Jump said.
“No. Run.”
They took off, heading toward the stairway they’d come up. Another loud screech sounded followed by a loud crash.
“I think the place is coming down,” the fireman threw over his shoulder.