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“Harry seems to be under the impression there were two masked men in that church also.”
I can’t help but scoff, running my hand over my face again. I smirk, cocking an eyebrow towards the captain, who merely mirrors my expression.
“I know, I know, son. The guys on some much coke, he’ll be saying lilac unicorns shot him next.”
“With no statements to verify his story, we’ll have to let him detox for now and try to get a statement in a couple of days. Detective Daly will speak with him first about the disappearance of Alex Crane.”
“Understood.”
“Finish your reports and get home.”
Pushing myself from the chair, I stride towards the door. As my fingers lace around the door handle, I turn back to the captain. Opening my mouth to speak, he looks up from his desk.
“What is it?”
“Did you ever get any confirmation on what Daly said the other day?”
The captain shakes his head in response.
“I didn’t, but that doesn’t mean anything. Sometimes One PP doesn’t have leaky walls.” He shrugs.
“Thanks.”
Stepping back into the main office, I glance towards the clock. Midnight is fast approaching, and I have a couple of loose ends to sort out before the morning. Moving towards my desk, a bellowing unknown voice pulls my attention in the opposite direction.
“I want to see the captain now!” A tall man with dark greying hair, wearing an expensive grey suit with a black overcoat slung over his arm approaches me with his briefcase.
Fuck sake, this cunt.
I recognize him immediately; however, I don’t think he recognizes me. We’ve only ever had one direct dealing, but I’ve seen him storm in and out of here enough times. A fucking slimy overpriced lawyer. When I go to speak, the captain’s office door flies open, and they stare daggers at each other for around three seconds. There’s an undeniable burning hatred between the two. The silence consumes the room as neither speak.
The captain turns his attention to me, “Go home.”
“Elijah, my office now!” The captain barks his order to the lawyer.
Taking one final look at the glorified mouthpiece, his jaw ticks as he proceeds into the office without a word. Grabbing my keys off the desk, I waste no time in heading towards the exit. I take one final glance toward the captain’s office. Elijah Elom stands in the office waving his arms around in a dramatic fashion. However, the captain seems to glaze over the tantrum while sitting behind his desk. My report on the event is solid, and both Eric's and Summer’s statements match mine. For now, I have nothing to worry about, and for once, Harry’s coke addiction has helped.
Sliding into my car, the engine roars to life. Adjusting the mirror, I glance around the quiet car park before pulling out and heading away from the precinct. I let out a low breath and feel my body going into autopilot. The only thing bugging me after tonight is weighing me down. I feel like I’m being pulled underwater with weights tied to my feet. No matter how hard I try to swim towards the surface, I’m drowning.
The way she looked at him.
I smack my fists hard into the steering wheel, hoping to relieve some of the burning tension burrowing through my body.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK SAKE!”
Screaming and white-knuckling the steering wheel, I try to let the rage out. The pent-up anger that I thought I had a handle on, but I know I fucking don’t. The way she looked at him pulled my fucking heart from deep within my chest and fucking shattered it.
As soon as Harry was stuck between the two of us, she couldn’t pull her eyes away. I saw the fucking hope, the want, and the fucking need.
She was never mine; I should have always known that.
Once the familiar houses come into view, I turn the corner and pull up in a quiet street. Killing the engine, I take a few deep breaths and watch my hands tremble. Running my hand over my mouth, I stare out the window, trying to work out my next steps.
Stepping out of the car, I glance around the street, but no one’s around. The streetlights are dim, and all the windows' lights are out. Luckily, this residential area doesn’t ever get very busy during this time. Pulling my leather jacket a little higher around my neck, the icy wind glides through the sparse street. Heading for the house, I begin to head up the stairs.
When the door flies open, I’m met with a glare. We stand a few feet away from each other, but I know I’ve crossed a fucking line. The rage coming off Jimmy is undeniable, and he’s not someone who bites easily.
“Don’t you ever fucking ask me to do that again!”
