That stopped her, but only for a second. Her lips curved in a thin, mocking smile. “Maybe if you focused more on doing your job instead of telling us how to do ours, your client wouldn’t be in this situation.”
I was about to launch into her when the front doors opened.
And he walked in.
Sofia’s ex.
Dane.
Cold smirk. He had his hands in his jacket pockets like he didn’t have a care in the world.
I froze, because I knew. In my gut, I knew. But my heart was still holding out, still hoping.
“Officer Reid!” Erin barked, and the rookie jumped, escorting Dane toward the interview rooms.
I stepped into his path.
His gaze flicked down to me, amused. Like I was part of some game he thought he’d already won.
“What did you do to her?” I asked, voice low, shaking.
He smiled, a wide crooked smile. “A bit late to be worried about that, don’t you think?”
My stomach turned, and I wanted to cry. Scream. Do something.
“That a confession?” I snapped.
He leaned in, dropped his voice just for me. “I didn’t say anything. You’re the one making assumptions.”
Reid smiled softly at me and gently steered him away.
I stood there, heart in my throat.
I didn’t have proof yet. But I knew.
Something had happened to Sofia.
And this bastard had blood on his hands, whether anyone else could see it yet or not.
An hour passed. Then two.
Jack was on the phone in the corner, arguing with someone at the courthouse, his voice sharp and low enough to stay professional but just shy of volcanic. I had paced the length of the bench so many times that I was going to burn a line in the linoleum.
When Harlan finally came out of his office again, he looked like he’d aged a year. His tie was slightly loosened, and there was a crease between his brows like he hadn’t stopped frowning since he walked into holding.
He made his way toward me slowly, clearly rehearsing something in his head.
“Ms. Sinclair,” he started.
I cut him off. “Send someone to check on Sofia Cross. Please. I’m begging as someone who knows the signs.”
Before he could respond, Erin’s voice sliced through the tension like a dull blade. “What, because she’s fucking the prosecutor, she gets to demand whatever she wants from this station?”
I turned, smiling so cold it could cut steel. “That’s rich, coming from you. Word around town is you’re fucking the Chief. Isthathow you made Sergeant... Voss?”
Jack groaned and dragged a hand over his face.
I crossed my arms. “AND... For the record, I’m not the one sleeping with Jack. Remi is.”
