While they ate, Beck told Jordan everything that had happened. With every word, Jordan’s blood boiled. He knew that slimy f**k Gagnon would do something to hurt Beckett, but was grateful it had only been property and not Beck himself. Jordan wouldn’t be responsible for his actions if something happened to Beck.
“Listen, Beck—”
The knock at the door interrupted Jordan, and he followed as Beck got up to answer it. He couldn’t be sure who was on the other side, and he needed to be there.
“Sheriff Rawlins. What can I do for you?”
“Good evening, Beck. Is Cory Richards here?”
“He’s in his apartment,” Beck said. Jordan stepped closer, not liking the caution in Beck’s tone. “Is there a problem?”
“Nothing like that. Would you get him and come outside please?”
“Of course.”
Beck reached for h
