'Jesus,' Cameron said in disgust and was damn grateful Gina had finally come to her senses and ended her relationship with the guy. Not to mention issuing a restraining order against him. Dearborn was a hot-headed, dangerous criminal without a conscience, and it looked as though Gina needed whatever protection she could get against him.
Jaw clenched, Cameron glanced back up at Wesley, who was standing on the other side of his desk. 'How in the hell did you finally nail this guy?'
'Billy Dearborn changed his name, but not his Social Security number or birth date,' Wes replied wryly. 'As soon as I started tracing his Social Security number through public records, one thing led to another until I tracked him down to the last place he'd lived before moving to Chicago, and that was Florida.'
Cameron shuffled through the other paperwork and printouts Wesley had given him. 'Do you know what sent him packing?'
'Actually, I do, and I came across more than one reason why he left the state. I have a few P.I. contacts in Florida I've kept in touch with from the last firm I worked for, and I put a call in to someone I know and trust.' Wesley's lips flattened into a grim line. 'It appears that Billy Dearborn was involved in a drug-smuggling ring, and about six months ago he pocketed a cool twenty grand that belonged to the organization he was working for. They found out about the theft, beat the crap out of Billy, and gave him a week to pay back the money, but Billy changed his identity and moved here to Chicago.'
'They didn't try very hard to find him,' Cameron muttered irritably, wishing they'd tracked down Dearborn
'Unfortunately, I'm sure they have bigger fish to fry in their line of business,' Wesley told him. 'Billy was small shrimp in comparison, though I'm betting if they knew where he was they wouldn't hesitate to try and get their money back from him any way they could. Even in blood.'
That thought gave Cameron a semblance of satisfaction.
'But that's not all,' Wesley said. 'This guy has a warrant out for his arrest for sexually assaulting a woman.'
Cameron swore beneath his breath. 'Well, it looks like Gina is going to be the last woman he assaults for a very long time, because I'm turning his ass in.' There was no way Cameron was going to let this bastard hurt another woman again. 'And while I'm at it, I'm going to scare the shit out of him with the information we have about the twenty grand he stole to keep him away from Mia and Gina for good.'
Standing, Cameron gathered up the paperwork on Dearborn. 'Can you give me the entire file on this guy so I have everything you've covered?'
'You got it.' Wesley gave him an affirmative nod.
'I'm also going to share it with Gina and Mia so they know exactly what kind of guy they're dealing with.'
Once Wesley left Cameron's office, he picked up the phone and dialed Mia's home number. When the answering machine picked up, he looked up the number Mia had given him for Gina's phone and dialed that. Gina picked up after a few rings, and Cameron let her know he was coming by to talk to her. Cameron figured Gina could relay the information to Mia, which was probably for the best considering Cameron hadn't talked to Mia since they'd parted ways four long, miserable days ago. She hadn't made any attempt to contact him, and the ball was squarely in her court if she was at all interested in salvaging their relationship.
So far, it appeared she was not.
Cameron glanced at his watch. It was after six in the evening. Steve had already left work a few hours, earlier to spend some quality time with his wife and son. Ironically, now that Wesley was picking up so much extra work, everyone's schedule had been freed up. Except Mia was out of Cameron's life, and that gave him too much time to think about things better left alone.
Within fifteen minutes Cameron was on the road, heading toward Mia and Gina's place. Once he arrived, he made his way to the apartment, file folder in hand, and as he neared the door he noticed that it was cracked open a few inches. He frowned, prepared to berate Gina for being so careless when he heard a loud, jarring thud coming from inside, along with something crashing to the floor and a woman's muffled screams.
Adrenaline rushed through Cameron's veins as he pushed the door open and moved cautiously inside, keeping as quiet as possible until he could assess the situation. He found Ray pinning Gina up against the wall in the living room, one of his hands pressed tight against her throat and the other holding her arm to the side at an awkward angle. Gina had a big long gash above her eye that was trickling blood down the side of her face, and while that was the only injury Cameron could visibly see, he feared she was going to end up with even more bruises from Ray's rough handling.
'Bitch,' Ray sneered, so focused on dominating Gina he was completely oblivious to the fact that anyone had entered the apartment. 'There's not a chance in hell I'm going to let you leave me, and no restraining order will keep me away. Got that?'
Gina nodded jerkily, her entire body trembling in fear. While Ray spoke Cameron made his way quietly closer. For as much as he wanted to kick the shit out of Ray right then and there, he had to get Gina out of his grasp and away from Ray first so the other man didn't use her as pawn between them.
'You try and leave, and I'll hunt you down and break every bone in your body… just… like… this,' Ray said maliciously, and twisted her arm until she started crying out in pain and tears rolled down her cheeks.
Fury ripped through Cameron. 'You're a sick, pathetic bastard,' he said, finally announcing his presence.
Startled, Ray immediately released Gina and spun around to face Cameron. His eyes narrowed, and his hands curled into fists at his sides. Thankfully, Gina took the opportunity to scramble away and put the couch between herself and Ray.
With Gina out of the way, Cameron took another step toward Ray, watching his body language and anticipating his next move. Ray wasn't a big guy at all, which was probably why he preyed on the weaker sex-to make him feel manly when he was anything but. Cameron estimated that he outweighed Ray by a good twenty pounds of solid muscle, and he intended to use that to his advantage.
'Billy Dearborn, isn't it?' Cameron taunted and watched the man's eyes fill with disbelief and even a flicker of apprehension.
Then Ray straightened, his expression menacing. 'Fuck you,' he said and swung his fist toward Cameron's face.
Cameron jerked his head back out of the way but caught Ray's punch before it could connect with his jaw. With his fingers encircling the other man's wrist, he twisted his arm, spun him around, and shoved him up against the wall. Ruthlessly, Cameron wedged his knee between Ray's to keep him pinned in place and jammed his contorted arm higher up his back until Ray cried out in agony. Then, for good measure, Cameron jammed it even higher, harder, increasing the pain.
'Do you like the way that feels, you worthless piece of shit?' Cameron asked.
Ray muttered another crude expletive at Cameron and struggled for freedom, his mouth spewing all kinds of vicious words. Ray hadn't learned his lesson the first time, so Cameron rammed his knee up between Ray's legs, crushing his balls, and the other man's legs buckled as he screamed out in raw anguish. Ray dropped to the floor, writhing in excruciating pain, and Cameron kept the other man shoved face down on his belly with his arm still bent behind his back.
'The pain you just felt is nothing compared to what I'd really like to do to you, you miserable weasel,' Cameron bit out gruffly. 'So just go ahead and give me a reason to snap your arm in two.'
'Cameron,' Gina said in a quivering voice. 'I called the police.'
He glanced up, noticing that Gina was clutching the portable phone to her chest, her eyes still wide with fear. He was surprised she'd been thinking clearly enough to call the cops. 'Good girl,' he said. That gave him a few minutes to have a chat with Ray before law enforcement arrived.
'Listen up, Dearborn, because I'm only going to tell you this once,' Cameron said to the man on the floor. 'I know all about who you are, where you're from, and why you changed your name. First, you have a warrant still out for your arrest. Second, it seems your sticky fingers lifted twenty grand that wasn't yours, and there are some guys looking for you and that money. From what I hear, they'd be happy to cut you up into little pieces and feed you to the sharks.'
