Jackson shrugged off Gentrys hand. You want to worry about drugs in your parish, Agent Broussard, why dont you check my sisters bag? Or is it okay for your agents to be racing around with guns while theyre buzzing on painkillers? Is it okay for her to work four months after she tried to slit her wrists with a f**king utility knife?A chill washed across Jenas shoulders. Who was this person? The brother shed known her whole life would never try to throw her under the squad car.We arent talking about your sister, who, by the way, is a skilled law-enforcement agent who took two bullets in the line of duty a few months ago, son. Gentrys voice was low, but serious. Were talking about you, an unemployed twenty four year old who had almost an ounce of an illegal synthetic drug stashed in his bedroom, not to mention whats probably still in your system. All wed need is one simple blood test.Gentry paused. Were talking about jail time, Jackson. Do you understand what kind of trouble you could be in?Time seemed to stretch into slow motion. Jackson turned like an enraged devil, tightened his fingers around Gentrys throat, and squeezed. He moved so fast that Gentry wasnt able to get his hands up to protect himself and was left trying to breathe and pry Jackss hands off at the same time. Jackson wasnt nearly as strong as Gentry, so it had to be the drugs. Jena had heard stories of users having almost superhuman strength.She ran toward them, but Adam got there first. He kicked Jackss legs out from beneath him and, by the time her brother hit the floor, Meizel was kneeling on his back, one hand pressing his head against the tile. The handcuffs clicked shut with a loud scrape of metal, and Meizel jerked Jacks to his feet. It was over in a matter of seconds.All four of them stood still for a moment. Until Jacks, his chin bleeding from hitting the floor, began spewing more accusations at Jena, laced with a liberal dose of f-bombs. Then life sped up again. Meizel held one of Jackss arms while Gentry held the other. The deputy had started his Miranda by the time theyd gotten Jacks out the front door, shoving him toward the patrol car none too gently.