“JONATHAN!” WINSTON leapt out his car at Jonathan’s gate. “Get out here right fuckin’ now!” He shot his g*n into the air. “Open this gate,” he yelled into the speaker.
“What do you want?” A security guard rushed toward the gate. “Get out of here, Detective Lewis.”
“I’m not going any damn where until that sick motherfucker comes out here and faces me like a man.” He kicked the wrought iron gate. “Jonathan, get your a*s out here.” He pointed the g*n at the guard. “Open this gate.”
“No.”
“Get somebody to open this gate or I’ll...”
The gate opened and Tran walked out the mansion.
“Leave, Detective Lewis,” Tran said. “Or I’ll call the police.”
“I am the fuckin’ police.” Winston bumped into Tran as he stomped past.
“You can’t go in there with that gun.” Tran hurried behind Winston. “Dete
