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“Ready? Or want me to grill her?” Paige pops her head through the door with an eager grin.
“Settle down, Brooks. We gotta take this one slow.” I don’t glance at her, but dismiss her with a wave.
I know that pisses her off, but I have bigger worries.
When I hear the door shut, I lean back and thread my fingers behind my head, staring at the screen.
Paige pops her head into view from behind the monitor, startling the shit out of me.
“What’s up, Wade?” She slides along my desk, then rests her hip against the corner. “Something’s bugging you.”
She has no idea what I’m dealing with. She’s only been working here for a few years.
I’m just a ship in the night for her, there’s no way in hell I’m sharing the pain that’s tearing through me.
“I’m fine. She didn’t do any of the old shit.” I point at the reports on my computer, pushing her focus away from me. “But she still might be able to lead us to who orchestrated that goat and pony show.”
Paige narrows her eyes, then crosses her arms making her leather belt squeak as she shifts. “You think she’s innocent? She’s on tape.”
“I didn’t say that,” I growl, rising quickly enough my chair shoots out behind me. “I just said she’s a small fish in a big ass pond, and she might lead us to the shark.”
Raising one brow, she watches my seat roll to a stop. “There aren’t any sharks in ponds.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, you know what I mean.” Stomping out of my office, I can’t explain justwhyI’m so damn cranky.
I thought this was going to be the big baddie.
Instead I’m walking in to quiz a pawn…
With the eyes of the woman I used to love.
I know nothing
Elena
The cuffs rattle againstthe metal table when I try to change positions. This isn’t exactly where I thought my day was going.
I guess it was inevitable.
Being forced to do more and more risky things to that dairy…it was only a matter of time until I ended up caught.
A chill runs up my spine when the air conditioning kicks on again.
Why do they have it set to sub-zero temps? I thought cops liked to sweat out people?
Instead I’m sitting here getting hypothermia in the middle of an eighty degree day.
Bullshit.
When the handle to the door drops, so does my stomach.
Is that chick cop coming back? I can feel the bruise on my elbow from where she squeezed me harder than she needed to.
What has her so riled up?
There’s a moment of relief when I see the bulky size of the sheriff step in.
Fuck, maybe he isn’t the better choice. He looks pissed.
