Page 72 of When It Rains He Pours

“What? Who's him?”

“The man that just left, he was talking to that officer back there.” Pointing through the glass window, she turned and followed my finger. “Is that Detective Glenn?”

“It is, but you need an appointment, I can help you with that. Let's—”

“Detective Glenn!” I called out, waving my arm and ignoring the woman. “Detective Glenn!”

His head snapped in my direction, eyes squinting to study my face. Standing in his doorway, he tilted his head and gave me a wary smile.

“I need to speak with you!” Yelling through the bullet proof window, I pressed my palm into the glass. “Please, Detective Glenn, I need to talk with you!”

Tucking a folder under his arm, he walked forward. The secretary stood up from her chair, leaning over the back side of her desk and whispering something into his ear.

“Glory Daniels, I'm Glory Daniels.”

As if a light went on in his head, he nodded and waved me inside. The secretary gave me a look, she wasn't happy that I refused the rules and went to him myself.

But this had to happen now, it couldn't wait. I wasn't going to stand idly by and let Jacob steamroll over me. His threats weren't just words, they were actions he followed through on. He needed to be stopped before he killed someone.

The door buzzed and I was able to pull it open. Detective Glenn greeted me on the other side, holding out his hand for me shake.

“Ms. Daniels, I'm happy to see you're recovering so well.” Giving me a smile, he fanned out his arm. “Let's go talk in my office, I have some really good news for you.”

“News?”

Thinning his smile, he nodded his head. “I was giving you some time to settle after getting released from the hospital, but I was planning on calling you in a day or so. This way, follow me.”

Walking beside the detective, he guided me into his office and pulled out the chair at the front of his desk. Sitting down, I placed my bag in my lap and laid my hands on top.

“Can I get you something to drink? Coffee, water?”

“No, I'm all set, thank you.”

Clearing his throat, he laid the folder he had been holding down and steepeled his fingers as his eyes connected with mine. “So, I won't draw this out.” His smile thickened, pulling up high towards his eyes. “We know who destroyed your building and set it on fire.”

“You do?” I asked, confusion layering my tone.

I couldn't understand how he could know when I watched the person who had done it walk free from the station.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe Jacob was just using it to try and scare me into selling.

“We do.”

“Well, who is it?”

Holding up a single finger, he sucked in a quick gulp of air. “Before we do that, I want to show you a set of photos. Tell me if you recognize anyone.” Opening the folder, he pulled out a sheet of paper and slipped it across his desk. “Take your time.”

Scanning the images, I looked over each and every one carefully. I didn't know any of the men he was showing me. Reaching the last picture, I leaned in closer.

“This guy looks familiar. He could be the one who broke in, his eyes stand out.”

“That is Clayton Dyer, and yes, he's the one we think broke in to your gallery.” Handing me a pen, he tapped the lineup image. “Can you circle his image and initial it for me, please.”

Following his instruction, I laid the pen down. “How do you know it was him?”

“We got a very reliable witness.” Taking out a second set of pictures, he pulled the first one away and placed the other down. “Can you do the same for me here, tel me if you recognize anyone.”

Looking over the images, I studied each face hard. Coming to the second to last in the first row, my hear stopped as my tongue swelled in my mouth.

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