I just watch him as he’s being led to the car, his hands cuffed behind his back. He wears all black, and his face is streaked with dirt.

“Oh my God,” Kallie says from beside me. “It’s Chase.”

Chapter Thirty-Five

Beau

“Chase.” I hear her voice next to me, but my eyes are glaring at him. I take a step forward, but Jacob pushes me back.

“This is a crime scene.” I look at him. “If you touch anything, the whole case can be thrown out due to tampering.” I am shaking with rage. This man dated Savannah, he pretended he cared, and all along, he was the one who tried to hurt her.

Grady bends him down and puts him in the back of the car. “You guys don’t have nothing on me!” he shouts just as Grady closes the door and then walks over to us. Chase is still yelling in the car, but I don’t understand what he is saying.

“What do you have?” Jacob asks Grady who looks down.

“I was here picking up the stuff you forgot,” Grady says to me. “I saw this movement on the side, and then he tore through the house. I had to chase him all the way through the back fields.” He looks at his arms that are all scratched up. “I spotted his car while I had him on the ground. He fought like a banshee,” he says, and it’s only then I notice that his mouth is bleeding from the side. “I haven’t checked out his car yet.”

“I’ll do that,” Jacob says. “You get him down to the station and get him booked. Read him his rights.”

“Or not,” Casey says, and everyone looks at him. “You caught him on the premises, and he started a fire. You pretty much have a slam dunk case.”

“This goes by the book.” Jacob glares at Casey.

“Got it,” Grady says. Walking back to the car, he gets in and you can hear Chase yelling and screaming now.

“Okay, you three,” Jacob says to Kallie, Olivia, and Casey “You need to head back to the bar and make sure that no one knows what’s going on.” Then he turns to me. “You two.” He points at Savannah and me. “Are not going to listen to anything I have to say, so get in the truck, and we’ll go check out the car.”

Grabbing Savannah’s hand, we rush to the truck. “Are you okay?” I ask her quietly before Jacob gets in.

“No,” she answers. “If it wasn’t for my stupid dating to try to make you notice me, none of this would have happened.”