Hands Where I Can See Them

Chapter Thirty-Six

Max's P.O.V

Don't you just love it when things don't go your way? I don't.

You know how Eddie got arrested once he knocked me out? Well, apparently, he was handed over to the FBI again. Or, at least, that's what we thought.

According to what Jeb told me, the FBI agent that arrested Eddie wasn't a fucking FBI agent and was working with Eddie, so when they were out of sight, the "agent" let him go!

So, who wants to guess what me, Angel and James are going to do? Find his ass.

We got a tip that someone saw someone who looked like him checking into a hotel on the east side under the name of Edwin Baker.

I'm sorry, but if I was checking into a hotel under a false name when I'm wanted for like, eight thousand things, I would choose something more creative instead of a name that sounds almost identical to my real name.

But we've all realized that Eddie isn't that smart.

Anywho, once the three of us got to the hotel, I went up to the front desk while Angel and James took a look around.

"Good morning, sir, could I have the room number of Edwin Baker?"

"Sorry, Ms. That's confidential information."

I rolled my eyes and took my badge out of my shirt.

"Detective Maximum Ride from the New York City Police Department."

"Well, excuse my idiocy, but what do you want with Edwin Baker?"

"Unfortunately, sir, I'm not at the liberty to say."

"Well, Mr. Baker's room number is 2365, it's on the sixth floor."

I nodded and motioned to Angel and James, who were on opposite sides of the lobby, to come over to me.

The three of us got into the elevator and quickly closed the door before anyone else could get in.

"So, what room number is he?" Angel asked, as I hit the floor six button.

"2365. And that's to the left of this elevator."

"How do you know?"

"My mom and dad split up when I was a kid and my dad lived here for about six months until they reconciled. He was on the sixth floor."

"Oh, wow. How often were you here?" James asked.

"Every day after school and every Saturday."

"Wow."

I nodded and looked down at my feet while we waited for the elevator to stop at the sixth floor.

Once it did, I motioned for the two of them to follow me.

My dad's room was 2367, so it wasn't far from Eddie's room.

When we got to his room the door was open, so I pushed it open a little to see if he was around.

It didn't look like it, however, my hearing told me otherwise.

I turned back to Angel and James and whispered, "Is he doing what I think he's doing?"

"Sounds like it." Angel replied.

I cringed and continued going inside, pulling my gun out of my belt, holding it down by my leg.

James and Angel didn't follow me; They went into other parts of the room to search.

The rooms in this hotel were freaking huge, but all I did was follow Eddie's voice.

I slid along a wall silently before I found myself at a white wooden door.

Thankfully, the door was slightly ajar, so I didn't have to open it to see inside.

I pressed myself up against the wall that the door was on and held my gun the same way it was before, peeking into the door slightly.

My breath hitched in my throat when I saw a girl with no clothes on with her arms tied above her head with rope, her mouth duct taped and her feet tied loosely with rope.

Eddie was hovering over the girl- well, I'm sure you could figure out what he was doing, given his record with what he did to Abby and Micky.

It took every bit of my self control not to just go in there and tackle Eddie to the fucking ground.

It made me completely sick to my stomach to see this, but it was my job.

After a few seconds, the girl seemed to realize I was there.

I pressed my finger to my lips, telling her not to make a noise.

She seemed to understand, but it was then that I realized she was also crying.

I breathed in and out for a few seconds before trying to decide what to do.

I left the doorway and went to find Angel and James.

I found them almost immediately.

James couldn't even stand to look and Angel, I could tell, didn't want to.

Without talking, I "told" them I was going in.

They nodded , but stayed outside the door.

"Get off the bed and put your hands where I can see them." I said, holding my gun up.

Eddie turned around, my guess is to check if it really was me.

He seemed to be zipping his jeans back up and got up off the bed.

He held his hands up by his shoulders like he was instructed.

"Why is it always you who finds me, Max?"

"Because I've been working on Abby's case. And obviously, you were involved in that."

"Well, Max, it seems you've underestimated my ability."

He reached under the pillow on the bed and pulled out a gun.

Where in the hell could he have gotten that?

I backed up slightly, but Eddie stepped forward.

I slowly bent down and put my gun on the floor, kicking it backwards to James and Angel.

Eddie understood what I was doing and put his gun down on the end table.

I backed up slightly more so I was in front of the bed.

Eddie followed and mirrored me.

My guess is that he thought I wanted to talk to him… He was wrong.

He found that out once I threw a roundhouse kick to his neck.

Unfortunately for me, he grabbed my ankle, causing me to lose my balance and face-plant the floor.

Eddie's hold on my ankle tightened as he slid me across the floor, gripped onto my thigh, and yanking me up by my hair.

"Walk." he ordered.

I rolled my eyes and did what I was told, already planning on how I was going to get out of this.

Eddie bent my left arm behind me and pressed me up against a wall.

He inhaled deeply, making me cringe.

"You smell so good…"

"I don't think it's the best idea to be complimenting your nephew's girlfriend… Unless you're complimenting her arm!" I elbowed him with my right arm in the stomach, twisting my arm to punch him with the back of my fist.

He staggered backwards, giving me time to quickly throw a couple more punches to his face and a roundhouse kick to his neck.

He fell onto his back right when Angel threw my gun to me.

I stood over Eddie, pointing my gun down at him.

I glanced over at James who-apparently- had been taping this whole thing with his cell phone. Wow. What was he gonna do? Put it on YouTube?

"Stand up." I ordered Eddie.

"And if I don't?"

"I shoot."

He stood up slowly, my gun following his every move.

"Turn around."

Again, he did what he was told.

I put my gun back into my belt, and pulled out my handcuffs.

"Left arm," I said, telling Eddie to bend his left arm behind him. He did. "Okay, right."

I finished cuffing him and pushed him over to James.

"James, you come with me out to the car. Ang, untie her." I told them, jerking my thumb back toward the girl who was tied up on the bed.

They nodded and did what I told them.

And let me tell you, seeing people's faces while James and I walked out of the hotel with a guy in handcuffs was pretty entertaining.

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xoxo,

K.J