Hunted – A Dark MMF Age-Gap (Hunted #1) Read Online Xavier Neal

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Dark Tags Authors: Series: Hunted Series by Xavier Neal
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
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“Davisssss!”

“Also-”

“There can’t possibly be fucking more,” barks Northwood causing Bunny to quietly snicker beside me, reinstalling a faint bit of hope that I’m wrong.

That she won’t run.

That this whole thing didn’t completely ruin the few miles we’ve finally made as a whole.

“Also,” Garcia repeats, ignoring the irked officer’s tone, “your warrant allows you to only search the properties of Mr. Nolan – including his logs – but not seize anything. You are only allowed photos,” he taps the document he’s holding, “and only photos of items that pertain to Mr. Nolan.”

Northwood’s sneering encourages Nolan to ask, “Does it say what all this is exactly in regard to? The…detectives haven’t exactly made that crystal clear for me, Mr. Garcia. Just that they could search my shit and needed to ask me some questions, which of course is when I texted you.”

“Clarity does not seem to be their strong suit,” our attorney quips prior to skimming the document. “And they most certainly will not be asking you any questions at this time.” Eventually, Garcia reaches the end of the paperwork and releases an almost amused sigh, “Wow.” He shifts his stare up to Nolan’s. “Whoever wrote this is not good.”

Bunny’s face lovingly hits my shoulder to hide her giggles inspiring even more gratitude to the stranger for helping bring back the beautiful sound.

“I think it’s trying to state that they believe you were the last person to see their missing witness – who is a witness to a large criminal case I’m assuming.” He begins folding the papers back into the shape he received them. “The search warrant was most likely issued to see if there was any way to prove that theory, to prove you helped their witness disappear from police surveillance, or that you had contact with the alleged criminal, they are trying to build a case against.”

Huh.

So, they’re not actually worried that Nolan killed the guy?

They just wanna know what part he played in his disappearance.

I wonder who it is they’re really after.

What the large case could possibly be.

Finally, Davis returns to the room, yet the instant he steps foot inside the garage, he loudly grumps, “Fuck.”

“Always a pleasure to see you, Detective Davis.” Garcia lifting a friendly hand in the air precedes a cocky grin. “I’ll tell Maureen you said hi.”

“Fuck you, Garcia,” he chomps back.

“Is that anyway to talk to the legal counsel in this situation or the man who sits courtside with your boss six months out of the year?”

Davis clamps his mouth shut further proving how powerful Garcia truly is.

Again…how does Nolan know someone like this?

And how the fuck is he worried about what I might not be telling him when he’s keeping shit like this guy from me?

“We’re done here,” Northwood begrudgingly concedes.

“What?!” His partner bellows. “No! We’re not fucking done here!”

“The way the…warrant is worded…we have,” he momentarily shuts his eyes in obvious irritation, “violated the occupants’ rights as well as overreached the bounds of what was allowed making pretty much anything we discovered today – if we discovered anything – inadmissible.”

“Fuck. Me.” Davis unhappily darts our direction, “Seriously?! But what about-”

“You can look at my logs, boys, but you can’t take ‘em. Just pictures.”

“You could’ve deleted shit!” argues the secondary detective. “Important shit!”

“And as you look through them, if you discover something that leads you to believe this, you may then present that information to your team to see if they can file a warrant for a digital search; however,” Garcia victoriously steps forward, “considering how badly you botched this warrant, I doubt they’re going to be rushing to give you another. And considering that Mr. Nolan’s logs are kept in a shared office space, you need my other client’s permission to proceed into that space, which he does not give. So, yes, Davis.” His face cranes defiantly forward. “You. Are. Done. Here.”

Angry shouts and swears fly out of him during his storming off process leaving his partner to collect the other officers – who to no surprise – haven’t found anything worth noting yet.

Because they’re not going to.

Because whatever he did is between him and the bastard who had it coming.

And I know he had it coming.

Nolan’s not a notorious serial killer or some shithead with murder just roaring through his system like NOS.

He’s just vigilant when it comes to those, he gives a fuck about.

Dumb pricks who tried running their mouth off about the shop when I was first starting out had to have their jaws fucking wired shut after “warnings” to watch what they say.

Mouthy bastards that thought they could con me out of the money they owed for performance labor have all had multiple bones broken in their gearshift hands.

And I’ll never forget the one dickhead who “drowned himself” in a bar toilet a few hours after having his drinking buddies drag me into the back parking lot to break a couple ribs because his girlfriend couldn’t stay out of my lap.



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