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Prescott got up from his chair. “Freedom of speech, Carson. Freedom of speech.”
I was irrationally angry.
“She’s not that young,” Prescott pressed before he walked out of the door. “I saw the way you were looking at her before you realized who she was.”
“No offense, Dunnett, but you’re the last person I would take advice from. I’m still pissed about Rachel. I liked her a lot.”
His face went stoic. His ex-wife was amazing. He’d just never bothered to see it. Fucked-up fathers and arranged marriages.
When he left, I stayed in my office, calming myself so I wouldn’t lose my cool.
CHAPTERFIVE
I was startingto believe I had been cursed or hexed. Someone was sending all their bad juju my way.
Since when was it illegal to walk up to someone’s house and knock? I kid you not. That was what happened.
The person didn’t even fully open the door. They just peeked through the window and asked what I wanted.
“You with the feds?” they asked.
When I said no, they closed the blind.
So, naturally, I knocked again, demanding I get my phone back.
Next thing I knew, a cop was pulling up. I had never been very religious, but at that moment, I prayed to become invisible when I sawSunny Pines PDon the side of the car.
Someone kill me now.
Shit, that wasn’t possible. Lucas was in the car. I let out a relieved breath when the officer who got out of the vehicle wasn’t Clark, nor any of the men in the interrogation room with me.
Yay for small miracles, right?
“Ma’am.” The officer walked up to me. “What’s going on here?”
“Why are you questioning me? You should be questioning them. They stole my phone!”
He looked at the house and then at me, and he clocked Lucas right away. “I need to see an ID, ma’am.”
His tone wasn’t pleasant. If anything, it felt like he was judging me and not the people who had stolen my stuff.
No sooner had I handed him my ID than something flashed in his eyes.
“Give me a second,” he said as he walked back to his car.
Lucas, bless his heart, was more than entertained playing games on the tablet. He would randomly look up at me and give me a thumbs up. A sign of a good stake-out.
The cop came back and handed me my ID. I was about to ask if he was going to do something about my dilemma when he cut me off.
“I’m going to need you to come with me, ma’am.”
A shiver went down my spine.
“What?” I breathed. “Why?”
If anyone was going to the station, it would have to be the assholes who stole my purse. Unfortunately, the cop didn’t see it that way, and now Lucas and I found ourselves in the back of his squad car.
“I want you to know I will be suing,” I hissed.
