Mr. & Mrs. Norcross - Page 19

He’d told her he didn’t want any complications, didn’t want to be tangled up with her. Now, he fought hard to make sure they’d never be untangled.

He felt a weight on his foot, and frowned. The pup was sticking close to him. The vet from the animal control team had checked him over and treated the worst of his wounds.

Vander sighed. The dog had protected Brynn. He reached down and rubbed between the pup’s ears, and it leaned against his leg.

“You did good work.”

The dog looked at him with intelligent dark eyes. Vander suspected that with some training, it would grow into a hell of a dog.

A black BMW X6 pulled up beside him. Saxon sliced out of the vehicle, as did Vander’s younger brother Rhys.

“You all right?” Saxon asked. He turned his head and scanned the mass of police, and found Brynn. “Brynn okay?”

“We’re fine. She’d managed to escape once before I got here, but stopped to save some puppies and got caught again.”

Rhys gave a low laugh.

Saxon shook his head. “Of course she did.”

Vander knew she had several scrapes and bruises where Cray had hit her. She’d refused to see the EMT, but as soon as he got her home, he’d get an ice pack on her bruises and check her over.

“This asshole Ed Baker was breeding dogs for illegal fights.”

“Bastard.” Rhys glared over at the cop cars.

“I’m surprised you let him live,” Saxon said.

“My wife is a cop. I’m not interested in seeing her from behind bars.”

Saxon shot him a shit-eating grin. “Vander Norcross, domesticated.”

He narrowed his gaze on his best friend. “Oh, and my sister doesn’t have you wrapped around her little finger?”

Saxon’s smile widened. “Oh, she does. And I’m not complaining.”

Vander straightened. “Rhys, I want you to look into Baker. Find all his accomplices. Make sure the cops don’t miss anything.”

Rhys nodded. “You got it.”

His brother was Norcross Security’s best investigator. If there was anything to find, he’d uncover it.

“Any whiff of dog fighting in San Francisco, I want to know about it.” He wouldn’t have any more animals tortured in his city.

Then Saxon’s gaze dropped. “Who’s this?”

“This pup helped us out. Protected Brynn from an enraged pit bull twice his size. I think he’s earned a steak.” Vander patted the dog again and his tail wagged.

“Belgian Malinois,” Rhys said. “Good-looking dog.”

“I’ll find a good home for him,” Vander said.

“We’ll leave the X6 for you and Brynn,” Saxon said. “We’ll take your ride home.”

“Thanks.”

“Be warned, your mom got wind that Brynn was missing.”

Vander groaned.