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She was always eager to please.
And no one ever gave her the time of day because of it.
Davis looked at me through narrowed eyes.
I shrugged. “I want to talk to them.” I chuckled, trying to play it cool.
Truthfully, I didn’t think it was “nothing” that the body was moved.
I didn’t think it was “nothing” that we weren’t originally called to the scene.
If I was going to be assigned to this case, I wasn’t going to play it safe.
I was going to dig deep.
I was going to solve this.
* * *
It was getting late,but the more I looked into this asshole, the more I realized Davis was right.
I don’t think he even meant to be.
This had to be connected to something dark and sinister.
It was like a spider web of connections.
Our victim, Francis Lasiter, was involved in more than just shady shit.
He was tied to the mob.
Not surprising, considering a lot of wealthy and influential people were. That’s how they stayed on top. Another pretty interesting thing, though, was that Cindy couldn’t find any information on the initial detective.
The case file only had Davis’ name and mine all over it.
That was even more curious.
With my frustration transforming into a burning determination to figure out why my gut was in knots over this, I turned to my partner. “Guess what, Davis? This murder case is not just some random crime. It’s connected to the mob scene!”
Davis raised an eyebrow, his skepticism was blatant. "Anna, slow down. Let's not jump to conclusions."
I scowled.
I wasn’t jumping to conclusions.
The asshole had his dirty fingers dipped in every cash cow and cookie jar known to man.
I lock eyes with Davis, a fire burning in mine. “Listen, you can’t keep turning a blind eye to the big picture. We need to follow these leads, dig deeper, and expose these bastards.”
“I just feel like you’re seeing what you want to see,” he sighed.
I shook my head. “You’re the one that said they could be connected!” I shot, anger bubbling in my belly.
“I was just saying that to get you to focus on the case,” he groaned.
I stood up from my desk. “I’m telling you it’s connected, and if you can’t be my partner and trust me, then I don’t know if I can work with you anymore. So, are you with me or not?”
I looked down at him, desperate.
