“Hey,” I said.
“Hi. I know I screwed up with that last batch of reports, but I’m working on it. I’ll get this figured out.”
“Alright,” I said.
The stress he was under would do that to anyone. I’d just experienced it myself, though it hadn’t made me any worse at my job.
I was just more cold hearted, I guess.
“Great. I need to bring my sister something to eat, but I’ll be back in later tonight. Thanks for covering with Phyllis.”
I nodded. “Of course. Good luck.”
He slipped out of the room and headed down the hallway, his steps smooth.
That was strange.
Carter had never beengracefulbefore.
Maverick squeezed my hip as soon as the door shut. “Sutton’s wrong. There’s no way Phyllis is a vampire. She was completely unfazed by the scent of what we’d been doing, and any vampire would’ve noticed that immediately.”
“Good point.”
I thought back to Carter’s reaction.
His forehead had creased when he stepped in.
His nostrils had flared.
I thought back to the paperwork he’d been screwing up.
He’d never had a problem with it before. He’d been on the top of his game before he was promoted. Yes, his job was definitely harder now, but if his sister hadn’t been so sick, I never would’ve expected him to struggle.
My mind went back to the way he’d acted when Maverick attacked him for flirting with me.He’d stayed calm. Too calm, for how violent Maverick had been with him.
He had worn the scarf Mav sent him every day without fail, instead of taking it off to potentially expose his bruises. They could’ve been healed the whole time.
And his sister was dying. That could make anyone desperate.
Separately, none of those things were that alarming.
Altogether...
Fuck.
He had been on his way out of the office.
It had been long enough that he could easily be at the elevator already. If I was fast, maybe I could catch him outside it.
I was on my feet, sprinting out of my office at vampire speed a heartbeat later. Maverick’s growl followed me out.
“Carter’s leaving. I think he’s the killer. I’m going to try to catch him,”I said into Maverick’s mind, skidding to a stop as I reached the elevator.
The doors were already closing—and Carter was inside.
Our eyes collided.
His flashed with anger.
