“Let me see your badges.”
Two badges were pressed to the glass. They looked legit, but I wasn’t an expert. For all I knew, they’d bought them online.
“Business cards, too,” I said since it was less likely an impersonator would think to make those.
Two legit-looking business cards were presented, but only one of them was a cop.
I texted Ash, Marco, Cole, and Juliet.
Me: Cops are here.
Me: Or a cop and an FBI agent.
Disabling the alarm, I cracked the door and looked between the older male cop in a regular uniform and the younger female agent in a suit. “May I help you?”
After identifying themselves with names that didn’t register in my panic about why they were there and why Ash hadn’t answered my call, the older cop spoke. “Camila Price?”
“That’s right.”
“What’s your relation to Veronica Rogers?”
Since it was the technical truth, I said, “She’s my mother.”
“When’s the last time you saw her?”
“Yesterday afternoon.”
Oh my God, if this bitch is trying to lie and press charges, I’m going to hunt her down and kill her myself.
“We’re sorry to have to tell you this, but your mother was found dead this morning.”
Never mind, someone beat me to it.
The agent tilted her head. “Could you tell us where your boyfriend was last night?”
Chapter 30
You Don’t Have to Join the Rat Race
ASH
“Any idea what this is about?” Wes, my lawyer, asked quietly.
“Not a clue.” And it was the truth.
“No disgruntled casino guests?”
There were always those, but nothing that any cop worth a damn would pursue.
When Maximo and I had pulled into Moonlight after being at the Black Moon site all day, cops had been waiting for me. They hadn’t said why.
Thank Christ Mila stayed home since I was supposed to be in meetings all day. She would’ve lost her mind and ended up cuffed in the back seat.
My dick twitched.
I was in a police station, not dead.
The door opened, and two suited men entered. One of them looked familiar, but I couldn’t place where I’d seen him.