Page 108 of Capture My Heart

“You don’t have to answer. It’s written on your face. So, what are you going to do about it?” She leaned in, waiting for Amy to answer.

Amy didn’t have a clue. “I don’t know, but it will probably include groveling.”

“And whipped cream. What? It never hurts.” Candi shrugged.

The nurse entered the room. Amy straightened, hid another wince, and smiled. If she kept the smile firmly in place maybe she could get out of here today. She had an errand to run, then she could start her groveling. With whipped cream.

Now, if she could just get released.

Trey bumped the chair on his way to the door and dropped his keys. Stinky scooped them up and scurried down the hall. Damn it, he checked the time. His 8 a.m. meeting about the corruption case in Ashwood started in twenty minutes. He mumbled a quick prayer that the freeway was running at full speed this morning.

“Sorry, buddy. Come here.” He chased him down the hall. Annoyance tightened in his chest as he stomped after his pet.

Bullshit. It wasn’t Stinky or being late that had him flying off the handle all weekend. He was pissed at himself for trusting Amy. Hadn’t he learned anything from his partner?

He stopped, stretched his neck, and exhaled. He thought he had. Last time, Trey ignored his internal voice. This time, it had been on Amy’s side.

He didn’t have time for a self-analysis.

“Stinky, I’m sorry. Come on, I needed to leave five minutes ago.”

He trudged after the black and white blur as it darted around the corner into his bedroom.

Trey’s head swiveled as he looked for his little thief. He spied him coming out of the closet. “Ah ha. I found your hidey-hole.”

Inside the closet behind his shoeboxes was the motherload. “Hey, my razor. I had to buy another one last month, you little crook.”

He scooped up his keys and started to straighten when the flash of something shiny caught his attention. He picked it up. A silver necklace with a medallion dangled from his fingers. Memories of Amy straddling him flashed in his mind. The medal hung from her neck, tangled in her long blonde hair.

“Fuck.” He sank to the bed. Stinky wound around his ankles. “I could have sworn on my life that she was trustworthy. How could I have been so wrong?”

Dark eyes blinked up at him.

“Yeah, you thought so, too. Come on, I’ll get you a treat then I have to get to work.”

Twenty minutes later, Trey speed-walked across the lobby of the BCA building. With a quick wave to Charlie, he snagged an open elevator and tapped his fingers on his briefcase as the numbers lit with each passing floor.

The doors opened and he hustled down the hall.

Becca looked up, smiled, and held out a to-go coffee. “They just started.”

“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver.” He paused at the conference room door, adjusted his briefcase and coffee. One calming breath then he entered. “Sorry, I’m late.”

“Fenley, you remember Chief Martin.”

“Of course. Nice to see you again.” Trey extended his hand.

Martin’s broad hand clasped his. “Yes, I hear you’re our new secret weapon. Can knock the ball over the fences.”

Trey pulled at his collar. “I had a good night.”

“Two.” Jim added.

“Well, either way, I’m glad you were on the team. How did your reconnaissance go?” Martin asked.

Trey pulled up a chair, pulled out his notes, and handed copies to the others. “Over the last several weeks, I dug into the suspects’ phone records, emails, and Ashwood station’s surveillance feed. And while it helped me narrow the list, it didn’t point to the corrupt officer.”

“What about your undercover time?” Martin asked.