章節 48: Ex-husband
The movements of the two stopped suddenly. Siobhan quickly released his hand and Ethan also sat down.
— Are you waiting for someone?
—No and you.?
They both said in unison, and then they both shook their heads.
Siobhan had no choice but to fix his clothes and went to open the door with an expression of disgust.
Ethan took the glass of wine and took a sip to suppress his anger, now the atmosphere had cooled and he was very hesitant that they could continue, if he could he would break the head of the one who had interrupted them.
After a while, a small discussion began to faintly heard outside the door, which then moved to the front garden. Ethan felt something was wrong, so he quickly got up, took the Glock out of the cabinet next to him, and walked out the door.
Outside the house, Siobhan and a long-haired man argued under the large tree in the front garden, and from what I could see, things were heating up, from the way they spoke they seemed to be known, so he had no choice but to insert the Glock at the waist and get closer to calm the environment.
—Siobhan, you need help.
—Damn, where did this asshole come from?
When the long-haired man saw Ethan leave Siobhan's house, he was uncomfortable with his appearance, his face quickly contracted clearly annoyed, and he reached out to push Ethan.
Just as he was concerned about not having a place to vent his anger, Ethan quickly grabbed him by the wrist and tugged at it, followed by a movement of his feet. The long-haired man immediately flew to one side and fell to the ground.
—Ethan, detente.
Siobhan quickly stopped him and prevented him from continuing.
Ethan saw that he was an acquaintance of Siobhan, so he couldn't act anymore and left him ri
—Little Squirrel, have you seen her? attacked me without provocation.
—It hit me. Now that you're the cop, aren't you going to do something? You must arrest him. I'm going to press charges.
The long-haired man spat angrily on the dirt and grass stalks in his mouth, got up and yelled at Siobhan.
—Well, apparently you were the one who attacked the police first, weren't you? - Ethan said he raised the corner of his clothes, exposing the gun stuck in his waist, and gave him a severe smile.
The long-haired man immediately closed his mouth and looked at him furiously.
—Ethan, can you come in first and let us talk? I can take care of this.
Siobhan took his hand and said with a serious expression.
— Are you sure you can do it alone?
Siobhan said nothing and nodded silently.
Ethan had no choice but to give up. She looked at the man giving him a warning with her eyes and then walked towards the house, the subject was frightened by Ethan's cold gaze, he could not help but step back. Then he clenched his fists, trying not to be a coward.
It wasn't until Ethan walked away that the man breathed a sigh of relief. However, Ethan did not enter the house, but stayed on the porch. After lighting a cigarette, she put her hand on the handle of the gun and stared at the man.
After a few words with Siobhan, he left in a hurry.
After Siobhan stayed there for a while, he turned around and came closer. He took the cigarette out of Ethan's mouth and gave him a long drag.
—That's my ex-husband, Brice Conner.
As Siobhan spoke, he couldn't help but reach out to rub his shoulders.
— What does he want from you?
Ethan knew she was divorced, but had never asked about it.
—I wanted him to lift the restraining order, otherwise he couldn't find a job in town.
Siobhan finished the sentence and walked to the house.
— Did it hurt you?
Ethan followed her hastily and immediately understood the cause of the divorce. They both had no children. Most cases in which a woman requests a restraining order in court are due to domestic violence.
Now he felt that his attack had been too light and that it would do him good if it had caused the damn more pain.
Siobhan nodded, touched her right shoulder sitting on the sofa.
Noticing his movements, Ethan reached out to grab his neck. Siobhan wanted to dodge it, but when he saw Ethan's determined eyes, he had to stop.
Ethan grabbed his neck with his fingers and pulled, exposing his shoulders, on them was a huge scar on the skin.
— What did he do to you? —Ethan asked, squinting.
—This was with an iron —Siobhan replied, dressing quickly to cover the scar and smiling nonchalantly — That is already behind him, he already paid the price. The prison has made him mature and his temperament has improved.
—What hasn't changed is that he still wants to hit people —Ethan said as he sat on the couch and had a glass of wine.
—Once he hit a guy and sent him to the hospital just because he saw me talking to him at the bar. Can you believe it? Although in the end it was alcohol that made him do those things.
Ethan noticed Siobhan's gaze and didn't care at all, slowly drinking the red wine in the glass.
—He does that kind of thing because that's his nature. Don't blame alcohol.
He left the glass on the table and continued:
— What are you going to do now?
Siobhan shook his head.
—I'm going to lift the restraining order. Brice's cousin offered him a job, but only if I withdraw the order against him, and perhaps he has changed. I don't want to be an obstacle for him to get a job.
—It is a completely personal decision, I don't think I have the right to tell you if it is the right thing or not. —Ethan replied with a shrug.
—Sorry, I'm not in the mood now —Siobhan said leaning on him.
—Of imports.
After a few jolts, Ethan lost interest. He hugged Siobhan and the two of them stared silently at the television huddled.
Dismiss of a mouse, Siobhan whisper:
—Oz is not the champion.
There was a crisp "pop" sound and Ethan's slap fell hard.
The next day, Siobhan did not show up for work at the police station.
Ethan knew that he had gone to discuss the matter with his ex-husband, but he did not worry too much.
During that time, Hood handed him a secure mobile phone, mentioning that Job had given it to him, to contact him in an emergency, without worrying about the security of the call. Ethan smiled at the gesture, surely Job seemed angry at making him come to Banshee to speak to him.
In the afternoon, he received a message from Siobhan. He told her that he had already settled the matter with his ex and that there was still a bottle of red wine left that had been opened. The vague tone of the message did not go unnoticed, surely he wanted them to finish what he had started the night before.
Ethan replied with a smile, writing that a bottle would not be enough, and that he would bring more. After work, instead of going home, he stopped by the supermarket to buy some drinks and snacks. With everything ready, he went to Siobhan's residence.
However, when parking and lowering the bags from the passenger seat, a strange feeling invaded him. Something was wrong.
He looked at the house and realized that the windows were completely dark. There were no lights on, and the front door was ajar. Ethan's heart sped up. He left the bags in the car, pulled out his Glock quickly, and headed for the front door.
With a mixture of caution and anxiety, he pushed the door with the barrel of the gun, ready for what he could find inside
Now darkness reigned in the room. The silence was only interrupted by the faint sound of a breath. Ethan walked with light steps into the living room, where he saw Siobhan sitting on the sofa, holding a gun in his hands.
Not detecting any other threats around him, Ethan relaxed enough to reach out and press the light switch.
The sudden glow made Siobhan startle, quickly raising his gun to aim.
—It's me, what's wrong with you? —Ethan said, bending quickly behind a corner to prevent the shot from hitting him.
—Come out, please just go. — Siobhan ordered, with a muffled but steady voice.
Ethan poked his head out and saw that she had left the gun on the table. He exhaled with relief, keeping his Glock in the holster and approaching.
— What happens? Why didn't you turn on the lights? —he asked, but the answer came to him in the form of an alarming image: blood dripped from Siobhan's chin.
Alarmed, Ethan sat next to him, watching the wound on his eyebrow.
— What happened?
—He said he had stopped drinking —Siobhan muttered — He begged me to lift the ban so he could get a job.
Ethan took a handkerchief and gently wiped the blood from Siobhan's eyebrow.
— Was it Brice? —asked calmly.
Ethan frowned, feeling a wave of anger begin to rise in his chest. He forced himself to remain calm, allowing him to speak.
—She asked me to get back together —she continued, without moving her eyes from that far corner where she had taken refuge —. Don't accept, and lost control
Ethan's heart sped up. That word, loaded with contempt and resentment, echoed in the room.
—I find out you spent the night here, and ... —his voice broke a second — started hitting me.
Ethan clenched his fists, struggling to control the fury that flooded him. His mind was already calculating, weighing his options. Siobhan had endured more than he should. He leaned toward her, whispering:
—I'm going to look for it.
Ethan's fury grew, but he suppressed it.
— Do you know where he lives now? —asked quietly.
Siobhan looked at him, guessing his intentions.
— What do you want to do?
—Don't get me wrong, I just want to talk to him —Ethan smiled, although his eyes didn't share the gesture.
—The Valley Motel —Siobhan replied finally.
Ethan nodded, patted his shoulder, and got up, ready to go.
—Wait a moment.
Siobhan stopped him, grabbing his hand.
—I don't want you to do this.
—Okay, I'll just talk to him —Ethan said seriously.
She looks at him for a moment before shaking her head.
—I am afraid. I don't want to be alone. Stay with me for a while, can you?
Siobhan's vulnerable gaze disarmed Ethan. He clenched his teeth, frustrated, but had no choice but to contain his anger. He picked her up and carried her to his room.
Leaving her in bed, Siobhan took her hand, refusing to release her. Ethan, resigned, took off the equipment, put it in the closet, and lay down next to it.
He decided that once Siobhan fell asleep, he would go find Brice. But when he barely leaned on the mattress, he felt something strange.
—Siobhan, what are you doing? —she asked, noticing that she had handcuffed her wrist to the bed.
—Sorry, Ethan —murmured her —. I can't let you do it.
Ethan looked at her, incredulously, as she got up, picked up her equipment and threw it across the room.
—Let go of me —he said in frustration, waving his wrists.
—Stop fighting, it is useless —Siobhan replied in a firm voice — I know what you want to do and I will not allow it.
—I don't want to hurt him —Ethan — insisted I just want to let him know that he can't touch you.
— Do you think I'm going to believe that? —she said from the door.
Ethan was silent, surprised by Siobhan's determination.
Before I could say anything else, she left the room. The noise of the tires skidding and the roar of the engine quickly faded.
Frustrated, Ethan struggled against the handcuffs, but was unable to free himself. He thought about his current situation and took his gun out of his space, but then reconsidered shooting the handcuffs. If he did, he would have to explain how he had a hidden weapon in such an unexpected place.
Then he remembered the phone Hood had given him. He quickly put the gun away and pulled out the cell phone. When turned on, only an unknown number appeared.
Without hesitation, he dialed. After a few seconds, the call was connected and an electronic sound was heard on the other side of the line before they hung up.
A few moments later, his phone rang.
— Ethan? —Job asked, his voice much clearer.
—It is an emergency. I need Hood's number.
Job was somewhat irritated, but sent him the number. Ethan called quickly and, after a few tones, Hood replied.
— What's going on? —Hood asked, in a low voice.
—It's Ethan. Siobhan went after his ex-husband, Brice, came to his house tonight and beat him up. She is furious and I don't know what she is capable of in that state, the valley motel goes.
There was a brief pause before Hood replied:
— Where are you?
Ethan looked at the handcuffs in frustration and replied:
—I can't move for now. You have to go stop her.
—Understood.
Hood hung up, leaving Ethan somewhat calmer. He knew that despite his impulsiveness, Hood could take care of the situation.
He put the phone in his pocket, struggled once more with the handcuffs, but to no avail. He lay on the bed, frustrated, waiting for Hood to arrive in time before something worse happened.
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