Sam called in the order for Mrs. Cruz’s ride as she tore into the HQ parking lot, slammed the car into park and took off running. At the city jail, she ordered the flustered officer at the desk to put Hector Reese in an interrogation room.

Reese smirked when he saw her coming five minutes later. “They told me the cunt cop—”

She ripped him out of his chair and hurled him back into the wall.

“What the fuck?”

Sam slapped his face as hard as she could. “Shut the fuck up.”

“You can’t hit me—”

Her fist slammed into his midsection. “Your word against mine, you useless piece of shit. Who’s going to believe you?”

Gasping for air, Hector winced when she tightened her grip on his shirt collar. “What’d you want?” he choked out.

“Where’s your scumbag brother? And do not tell me you don’t know.”

“I don’t—”

Sam gut punched him again.

He sank to his knees. “I swear to God. I don’t know.”

“He shot my partner.”

Startled, Hector looked up at her.

“Every cop in this city is looking for him. They won’t hesitate to shoot if they find him. He’s already suspected in the shooting of one cop—”

“What cop did he shoot? He didn’t shoot no cop.”

“My father, you asshole.” She hauled him back up. “So don’t fuck with me. Tell me where he’s hiding out.”

“I’m not telling you shit,” he said. “You want him, you find him.”

“He’s gonna wind up dead. You could stop that.”

“He can take care of himself, and so can I.”

Sam jammed her knee into his groin, dropping him once again to his knees.

He howled in pain. “You fucking bitch!”

Gripping a fistful of his hair, she forced him to look at her. “You can sit in here and rot for all I care. But if you decide to cooperate, I might be willing to deal. You think about that.” She released him and headed for the door.

“Cunt cop,” he muttered from the floor.

Sweating, frustrated and infuriated, Sam left the room and found Captain Malone waiting for her.

“Anything?” he asked, his face tight with stress.

Sam wiped the moisture from her forehead with a hand that was sore from repeatedly connecting with Hector’s ribs. “No.” She signaled to the officers guarding the door to return Hector to his cell and looked up at the captain. “I roughed him up pretty good.”

“Okay,” he said, even though they both knew it wasn’t. When one of their own went down, many of the usual rules were overlooked.

“Any word on Cruz?”

“He’s in surgery. The blood loss is a big concern.”

“I need to get over there.”

“I’ll go with you.”

Sam used the lights and siren to expedite their trip to the hospital.