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She didn’t have to say that she expected me to use my criminal connections to find out, the look she gave me said it all.
I wouldn’t hesitate to use every tool possible to help solve this crime because it was my job and because I remembered Bonnie as a shy, quiet girl who deserved a better ending than a bullet in the head. Some of those tools would be criminal, but not all, because I had more connections than Agent Beck knew. Hell, I could look into her personal life with the connections I had.
“Consider it done.”
“Good. And if you learn anything useful about the members of the Ashby family, I would be grateful.” Something about her tone was odd. I nodded because I had no loyalty to the Ashby family, and if helping Beck would help my career, well that was good for both of us.
We spent another hour at the crime scene, with Beck looking at every inch of the room while I took photos and notes to refer to later. There was something strange about the crime scene, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I needed some time to myself to figure it out, but I would.
Back at the precinct, I jumped on a computer and did as much digging as I could into the life of Bishop Dietrich Mueller, which weirdly enough, didn’t take all that long. That piqued my interest even more, and I decided to head out and see what kind of intel the streets had on Mueller.
On my way to the car, my phone buzzed with a text from Madison.
Madison: Dinner tonight? On me?
Jameson: Sure, what’s the occasion?
Madison: None. I want to see my friend and celebrate your first day of being a G-man. Who knows?
I laughed out loud at her words and typed a quick response accepting her dinner invitation.
Jameson: Do I have to dress up?
Madison: Yep. MIB Fifth Street Diner. 9pm Don’t be late.
Jameson: Yes ma’am I typed back and shoved the phone in my pocket.
I had a few more hours of work before dinner. And dinner with Madison was just what I needed after spending my day crawling through a bloody crime scene.
Chapter Eleven
Madison
“So, what’s it like working with the Feds? Is it more exciting than working at Glitz PD?” I was so proud of Jamie, getting a shot to work with the big dogs when he was still just a rookie. I wanted to hear all about his first day with the Feds.
Jameson’s mouth kicked up into one of those lopsided smiles that always made my heart speed up just a little bit. He sat back casually in his chair, arm flung around the empty seat beside him.
“So far it has been. They have me working Bonnie’s murder. And Mueller’s.”
“Holy shit, that’s huge Jamie. Congratulations!” I was up and out of my seat before I thought better of it, wrapping my arms around him, squealing and doing a little shake.
“I’m so happy for you.” I secretly wondered if I could get any info from him about Molly, but as quickly as the thought came, I brushed it off. Right now, Jameson was the only person I trusted and I didn’t want to fuck that up.
“Thanks, Madds. You’re more excited than I was.”
I pulled back and took my seat across from him, slightly embarrassed by my emotional outburst.
“That’s a big case, and please don’t take this the wrong way, but why you?” He was a newbie with no investigative experience, straight out of the academy. It was odd to say the least. “Ah, that’s why you’re not all that excited.”
“Stop reading my mind, will you?” He barked out a laugh and took a sip of his craft beer. “Honestly, I don’t know why, but I think the agent in charge believes I was more involved in the MC than I ever was. I mean, I’ll use whatever connections I have to help solve the case, but I don’t want her assumptions hurting my chances at making detective.”
“Welp. There ya go. She thinks you know something you don’t.” I shrugged it off nonchalantly, but I hoped Jameson’s dream of making detective came true.
“Maybe. Time will tell, I suppose.”
A waiter in a white apron came to take our order, and I ignored Jameson’s laugh at my growling stomach and ordered a garden salad and chili cheese fries. “And extra bacon on top, thanks.”
I watched Jameson interact with the guy, chatting with him like they were just two men talking about steak. Jamie was good with people. He would become a good cop if his family didn’t get in the way.
Jamie ordered a salad, steak, medium rare, and a baked potato. And asked the man to keep the craft beer coming. He nodded, turned and left.
“What are you thinking?”
I blinked and his gray eyes came into focus, half-smiling and half-laughing. “Who said I was thinking anything?”
