Page 256 of Vexatious Queen

MARCH 14 – SATURDAY 11:00 PM

Nash

Morrison and I arrived at the same time, pulling into the police station parking lot. He parked beside me and climbed out of his car, looking panicked.

“What the hell happened?”

“It’s a misunderstanding. Let me handle it,” I said, marching for the front doors.

We walked inside, and an officer came over after he spotted us. He was definitely new. I didn’t recognize him, and he didn’t seem to know Morrison.

“Hey, I’m here to see Sheriff Ellis,” I said.

“Uh-huh. And you are?”

“Tell him Nash is here to see him, deputy,” I said, just barely managing to leave off the dickhead.

He stood there staring at us.

“Deputy, I used to be Sheriff here. Get fucking Ellis, now. He has my daughter in custody,” Morrison snapped, and that seemed to get the guy going.

“Next time, I’ll just let you do the talking,” I teased, but he didn’t crack a smile.

“There damn well better not be a next time,” he grumbled.

The deputy sauntered to the counter and opened the door for us. He led the way to Ellis’s office and then left.

“Yeah, I’ll send over the paperwork first thing in the morning,” Ellis said, and then hung up the phone.

Good to know that he did that to everyone.

“Come in and close the door.”

We did as he asked.

“I assume you’re here about Ivy-Rose Morrison?”

“Who the fuck else would I be here for,” Morrison asked.

Ellis looked at me.

“How much is her bail? And there better not be any charges coming,” I said.

He stayed tight-lipped long enough that I thought he was going to fuck me over.

“No charges, and no bail for Ms. Morrison. But she really should be more careful where she leaves her things.”

I narrowed my eyes into a glare, and he smirked. Fucker.

“Morrison, go see Deputy Franks. The paperwork is ready. You just need to sign and take your daughter home.”

Morrison blew out a breath and then looked at me.

“I’m fine. I have something else to discuss with the Sheriff,” I told him.

He didn’t ask any questions. For someone whose entire job had been questioning people, he’d gotten really good at not.

Once he was gone, I locked eyes with Ellis.