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.

"Ya know what? Turn around, put your hands beh