“It’s big enough for five. You aren’t forming a coven, or you’d need thirteen.”
“Three, Kimmy.”
“Four,” she haggled.
But his attention was taken by Polly standing at the door.
And yet again, another member of his team was wearing an expression he didn’t like.
Though this one was more about him not getting it.
“I have to go, Kimmy,” he said.
“Gotcha,” she stated quickly. “I’ll tell Lillian.”
Then she disconnected.
Polly walked in.
“What’s going on?” Harry asked.
“That lady who came in the other day?” she asked as answer.
“What lady?”
“The one who came to share that Leland harassed her.”
Harry felt a mild spike in adrenaline, pleased she was back, hopefully to lodge a complaint.
“She’s back?”
“Her and nine other women.”
Harry didn’t move.
Polly came closer. “They’re filing complaints against Leland, for harassment, and Karl Abernathy, for coercion-based sexual assault.”
Harry stood immediately from his chair.
He stalked out of his office with Polly at his back, down the hall, and only stopped when he saw the entirety of his bullpen taken up with deputies talking to women.
Rus wasn’t there, likely because he’d taken someone to the interview room for privacy.
The woman who’d come previously glanced up at him.
There was determination in her eyes and softness in her features.
“This is about Avery,” Polly whispered.
Yes.
Word had gotten around about what had happened to the Rainiers.
“This is about Avery,” Harry said.
The woman released his gaze as she answered a question Raul posed to her.
“If any of these deputies needs my office for privacy, it’s open,” he said.