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That’s what he had told her the other day.

Her eyes dropped to her lap, where she was twisting her fingers.

“Hey. It’s okay. I told you that I knew. Look at me.” He placed his finger under her chin again, and tilted it toward him, not letting her hide from him any longer. “You did what you had to do to survive.”

Why did him saying that mean something?

She didn’t deserve forgiveness.

Did she?

“Can you tell me the names of the people that he hustled?” Garrett nodded to her, and a little bit of hope kindled inside of her as she nodded, and Roberts took a step toward them.

“How many?” Roberts asked, pulling out a pad of paper and a pen from his back pocket.

“She can give you all of them. For immunity.” Garrett surprised her by saying.

How did he know that she could?

“You can give me all of them?” Roberts asked skeptically, looking between her and Garrett.

“I have an identic memory,” she answered softly.

“Fuck.” Agent Roberts smiled, and that hope grew a bit bigger.

Maybe now she could finally make amends.

Chapter 6

Mercy

Hourslater,herbackwas aching from sitting on a flimsy stool in the local police department. She was starting to wonder if she should just ask for a jail cell so she could get some sleep.

At least an interrogation room would have had a table that she could lean on, but Garrett had insisted that she be put somewhere more comfortable.

How was this more comfortable?

“Miss Mercy?”

“Sorry, what?” she asked, blinking at the officers sitting across from her and Garrett.

“That’s it.” Garrett stood up, frowning, his big body looming over all of them before he gently helped her up till she was standing next to him.

How could he seem so forceful and be so gentle at the same time?

“She’s done.”

“We have more questions,” an officer said, eyeing Garrett warily.

“Respectfully, no. She’s been here for four hours and has given you everything. Twice. You made a deal,” he said to Roberts, who was standing at the back of the room. “Stand by it.”

“Fuck. Fine, take her.” The man who had identified himself as the FBI Special Agent didn’t look happy, but he didn’t stop them from walking by.

Or her stumbling by, rather.

He wrapped his arm around her, his fingers resting on the edge of her hip, steering her around desk after desk through the department till they finally were out the door. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, pausing.

She didn’t realize just how stifling it had been in there till right that very moment.

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