Drake Sisters 04 - Dangerous Tides

drew him up, Sam's eyes went wide, the only warning, but Tyson whipped his head to one side. Even with the quick movement, Harry clipped him on the jaw with his fist.

    "You son of a bitch, you sent the cops after me," Harry accused him, backpedaling as Tyson came at him again. He held up both hands. "You deserved that. They held me for hours. Do you have any idea how humiliating that can be? You're the one who should be locked up."

    Tyson glared at Harry. "This time maybe they'll throw the key away. What the hell are you doing here?"

    "What do you think? You had the cops haul me out of my hotel room in front of everyone and take me in for questioning. I had to call the lawyers from the lab." Harry took a step toward Tyson. "You went too far this time."

    "How'd you get down here?" Tyson asked as he inspected his cousin's face.

    Guilt crept into Harry's expression. "I wanted to see what you were doing. I have the right to see."

    Sam rubbed the bridge of his broken nose. "I caught him down here with a baseball bat. He was about to have a go at your computer when Martinelli's men jumped me. Harry hid under the table while they pummeled me." Sam righted one of the chairs in front of the four computers and sat down. "Martinelli means business, Ty. I think he might have me killed if I don't do what he wants."

    "I hid under the table because they had guns." Harry defended himself. "It wasn't my affair. I wasn't about to get shot over some gambling debt."

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    "You're a real humanitarian, Harry," Tyson said, contemptuously. "You don't mind breaking into my house and vandalizing my work, but you won't aid Sam when someone is assaulting him."

    "It isn't your work," Harry objected. "It’s my work. And I'm not letting you steal it this time."

    Tyson ignored Harry's outburst as he examined Sam's puffy face. "How many of them?"

    "Two. There might have been a third looking out. I had the feeling they were hoping to find you home tonight, not me. I was running late for work, but I came down here to get the dishes and throw them in the sink. I knew you'd forget. Then Harry showed up with his baseball bat and Martinelli's crew came a few minutes later."

    "Who broke all that glass?" Tyson stared Harry down as he asked.

    "Not me," Harry denied.

    "Martinelli's men were smashing things," Sam confirmed.

    "Why didn't you just pay them off?" Tyson asked. "The equipment down here is worth a fortune, not to mention if they destroyed any part of my research."

    "I offered the money to them, but they said no, the deal was Martinelli would forgive the debt if Libby talked to him. I tried to explain I didn't have any control over Libby, but they seemed very aware that you do." Sam leaned his head into the heel of his hand. "I've got to get to work, Ty. Look at me."

    "Harry, get out of here and don't come back to my home. If you do, I'm having you arrested. You might also consider updating your resume because the next time. I talk with Edward, your name is going to come up."

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    Harry's face turned bright red. He huffed out his breath, choking as he tried to respond. "You can't do that. You wouldn't dare."

    "Not only can I, Harry, but I'll take great pleasure in it. Get the hell out of my house. And leave the baseball bat."

    Harry spit on the floor. "You're disgusting, Derrick. You'd do anything at all to be the big man. Well, I know all about your little love nest and I saw the papers with the pictures of you starring in your own porn movie, having a threesome with some hot little rock star. I'll bet the doc doesn't know you're two-timing her."

    Sam waited until Harry had stormed up the stairs before he lifted one eyebrow. "Porn movie?
    Threesomes? Why the hell wasn't I invited? I used to have all the fun, now you're turning into a regular playboy hustler." He flashed a wan grin, then flinched when it pulled on his swollen, cut mouth.

    "Yeah, that would be me, playboy of the century," Tyson replied, wrapping his arm around his cousin.
    "Let's get you up the stairs. Did they break anything?"

    "I don't think so, but I'm as sore as hell."

    "I'll bet Libby's already called nine-one-one. I left her outside and told her to call if I didn't come back right away," Tyson said. "Damn, that's all we need, the cops showing up and asking about gambling debts."

    "I'm sorry, Ty. I've been