Considering I need a favor from him, I keep that tidbit of information to myself. I’ll make it clear to Isla to leave me the fuck alone or her husband will be hearing from me. For once, I need the law on my side.

I venture deeper into his office, stopping in front of his desk, and stand tall. “I need a favor.”

He snorts. “Why would I do you any favors?”

“Do me a favor, and I won’t fuck your wife again.” I step closer, leveling my eyes on him. “How’s that sound?”

It’s an asshole move, but my attitude needs to match his.

Berban can’t lock me up for dicking down his wife. Not that I would, but threats seem to work well. It’s what he did to me for months before locking me up.

His dark brows knit together. “You walk into my office, talk about fucking my wife, and want a favor from me? Did they beat the sense out of you in prison or something?”

“You scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours. Or rather, I’ll leave your wife alone.”

Not that I’d touch Isla with a ten-foot pole, but she’s Louis’s weakness. Dude loves her more than he loves anything.

He leans back in his leather chair, crossing his arms. “What can I help you with, Callahan?”

“I have a friend who’s in trouble.”

He keeps staring, not muttering a word.

“And I need help figuring out how to get her out of trouble.”

“What do you want me to do?”

I gesture to his computer. “Look up her record. There’s a guy who’s messing with her.”

His back straightens. “Define messing with her.”

“She’s bruised up.” I make a circling motion around my chest. “My guess is, from a guy she was arrested with. His name isn’t in the police report, but I’m hoping your report has additional information you can give me.”

“What’s her name?” He pounds a finger onto the keyboard.

“Cassidy Lane.”

He freezes. “Lane … as in the daughter of the mayor of Blue Beech?”

“I think so.”

I knew Cassidy’s father was the mayor of their town, but she doesn’t talk about him much.

Surprisingly, Louis types on his computer, moving his mouse as he reads the screen. “Hmm … she only has one charge. A drug misdemeanor. It appears she was pulled over, and there were drugs in the car. Not enough to consider distribution, but it was pretty damn close.”

“What else?” That information is shit I could’ve easily googled or had Rex hack to find.