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“Is something wrong?”
“Unfortunately I have a business situation. Our night will need to end.”
Destiny turned to face him. At first her look was pensive. Then her expression was knowing. “Very well. I’ll get my things.”
Ten minutes later he stood very alone in front of the fire. Swirling his refreshed drink, he thought about the past few days. “You fucking monster.”
After gulping the entire drink, he threw the glass into the fire.
* * *
The shower did little to refresh him. Montana managed to swig down a few sips of coffee before heading to work. The morning news had been damning. They’d kept their information about Michael quiet, therefore according to the press, they had no suspects and the community was up in arms, terrified of the new mass murderer. This wouldn’t bode well for the investigation.
He strode into the office, exhaustion about the only thing he could concentrate on. As he walked past several of the other detectives, he could feel eyes on him. Yeah, he and Grant looked like idiots. As he sat down in his chair, he looked at his phone yet again. Destiny had yet to respond to his messages or texts. He flipped on the computer and slumped in his seat. This was going to be one hell of a day.
“You look like shit.” Grant placed a cup of steaming coffee in front of him.
“Thanks. Always so chipper in the morning.”
“Well, at least the ME should have his report later today.”
“As if we don’t know what he’s going to say,” Montana said under his breath. He fiddled with the files on his desk. The killer was toying with them. They needed to get ahead, anticipate the next victim. “Did you find Donna Miller?”
“Eight of them to be exact. Common name,” Grant said then shook his head. “I’ll check on the warrant again, but it’s not sounding promising.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Gentlemen. I need to see you in my office.”
Montana looked up at the Sergeant. His face was expressionless, but his eyes were full of venom. “Is there a problem?”
“My office. Now.”
Grant opened his eyes wide and shrugged. They followed Sargent Wallace into his office.
“Close the door.”
Montana closed the door. “Is this about the warrant?”
“The warrant? You mean regarding Club Noir?” Sargent Wallace huffed.
“Yeah. We have information that the latest victim worked with Miss Devereaux as well. That gives us one to many connections,” Grant offered.
Sargent Wallace glared from one to the other. “I’ve had complaints that you’ve been rousting her clients, interfering with her business.”
“Rousting? We only talked with her.” Montana narrowed his eyes and took a step forward. He bristled and clenched his hands.
“That’s not the way I heard it. I also had a call from Mr. Peterson. Mr. Ralph Peterson?” Sargent Wallace huffed. “I think you know him.”
“We do, but he’s-“ Grant started.
“He’s a major supporter of various business in the city. He’s also an advisor to the Police Council. Gentlemen, you pissed off the wrong man. He’s threatening to take police harassment to the press. Now, as you can imagine, this isn’t something that our department needs,” Sargent Wallace stated as he leaned over his desk.
“With all due respect, we merely questioned him for information. He is involved in the scene.” Montana wasn’t surprised. Ralph Peterson certainly had connections.
“The scene? I don’t care if he fucks a stable full of women. You are on a fishing expedition. You barged into Club Noir and demanded information, threatening Jade Devereaux that if she didn’t provide you with a full list of her clients, she would be prosecuted!” Sargent Wallace snapped. “She called you initially, remember?”
“She knows more than she’s telling!” Montana countered.
