Page 67 of She Gives Love a Bad Name

My mind spins with possibilities. Nothing makes sense.

“I think you do, and you’re going to help me solve these cases.”

I still don’t know how I can do that, but Grant pulls me into his lap and cups my cheek. His tender touch soothes the riot inside of me.

“I’m with you, Quinn, to the end. Do you trust me?”

Without hesitation, I nod.

“Good girl. Tomorrow, we’ll go down to the station and get started.” His words send a jolt of fear through me.

“What about my stepbrother? The money? He knows where I am, who I’m with.”

“Let me worry about that, kid. I’ve got a plan.”

The unease dissipates, but his words don’t chase the fear from my mind. Grant kisses me until the thoughts vanish and then takes me to bed again.

I’m safe with him. He cares about me. I trust him.

So why does it feel like shit is about to hit the fan?

Chapter Twenty-Three

Grant

After an adventurousnight in bed and a few hours of sleep, I’m ready to take on the day. Waking with Quinn draped across me definitely improves my mood.

As we make our way to the station, I can sense her agitation boiling to the surface. She bites her nails, and I take her hand. The brown bag containing the murder weapon is clenched in my fist. I should have delivered it yesterday, but I was too distracted to leave Quinn alone in the apartment after everything that happened.

Her comment about the St. Jude medal led me down this rabbit hole, and I’m positive she knows the killer. All this time, I’ve been searching for a connection between these murders, andshehas been the piece connecting them.

Before I can let her in on my plan, I need to clear it with the captain. With his stamp of approval, I can make this work. Otherwise, I’m setting myself up for failure.

Quinn pauses at the base of the stone steps leading into the station. “You sure about this? Taking me with you?”

“I’m not leaving you alone. Trust me.” I squeeze her hand.

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