Page 193 of The Woman Left Behind

She jumped nearly out of her seat when the side of his fist landed on the table in front of her.

“This is justice, Mrs. Dietrich,” he clipped. “Now, please stand, or we’ll be forced to restrain you in a way you will probably not care for.”

For a second, Harry thought she’d give them a show.

She didn’t.

Shooting venom from her eyes, she stood.

Bakshi moved in with the cuffs.

Patterson put his fists to his hips and Rus crossed his arms on his chest as they watched.

“Michelle Dietrich, you have the right to remain silent…” Bakshi started and finished the Miranda.

Rus opened the door for her to lead Dietrich out.

“She should probably watch more true crime shows. She’d know to ask for an attorney if she did,” Jason drawled.

Fuck, Harry was about to laugh.

Cade got close again. “Two down, one to go.”

Harry let out a long breath.

Two down.

One to go.

FORTY-SEVEN

A Kind of War

Lillian

Harry and I were stretched out on the couch, Harry on his back, me down his side tucked between him and the couch.

He was sharing about all the big stuff that had gone down that day.

“Two down, one to go,” he finished, after telling me what happened with Michelle Dietrich.

I smiled at him. “I knew you’d do it.”

His handsome face got soft. “There’s still one to go. And he’s the big one.”

I leaned in and touched my lips to his, before pulling back and saying, “I have faith in you.”

His beautiful mouth quirked. “It isn’t actually me investigating.”

“I have faith in the team you lead,” I amended.

He chuckled.

Enough of this.

Michelle Dietrich might be in a cell for a couple of days, she might be facing years in one.

Oddly, knowing she was lying on what was probably a very uncomfortable cot in a jail thinking about this did wonders for me.

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