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“We just got the tox report back on Amber,” I cut him off when he made to speak again.
I didn’t care to listen to his bullshit right now.
And besides, it wasn’t me he should be apologizing and groveling to.
It was Charlotte.
“She was drugged with Rohypnol. Daniel’s results aren’t back yet, but it’s obvious he was too.”
“What did Amber tell you?”
Even though I was still gravely pissed with him, I nudged my head for him to come the hell on and began the trek to the parking lot.
“She said they were at the bar, drinking, and then some guy came up to her and offered to buy them a drink. She also believes he has dark hair and either blue or green eyes.”
“Does she remember what they talked about?” he asked, cursing low under his breath when I shook my head.
“She doesn’t, which is to be expected given the circumstances. That’s okay though, because hey, guess where we’re heading next?”
I offered him a wicked grin and narrowed my eyes at him when we made it to the car.
“And for being a fucking asshole and forcing Charlotte to quit, you get to deal with Felix this time.”
nineteen
Charlotte
“You quit?” Blaire asked, her eyes growing wider and wider in disbelief. “Why?”
I sighed, refraining from speaking because our waitress had walked up and asked if we were ready to order.
“I didn’t completely quit,” I said after handing over my menu. “I said the words, but I haven’t grown the balls to tell Harley yet.”
I explained the situation to Blaire, watching as she nodded along the further I dished out the details, all except for a few main components I still didn’t trust her enough to reveal.
“But this is your dream,” she said when I was finished. “Just the other day you were spouting this huge spiel over how badly you want to be the new ADA, and now you’re going to throw it all away over some asshole cop whose dick is probably the size of this thumb?”
I choked on my water, earning another unbelievable glare from Blaire.
“You can’t quit, Charlotte. You’ve already invested way too many hours into Delilah’s case to give it up. And with this new one, it’s possible this could be the same guy. I don’t have to stress to you what this could mean for—”
“I know, Blaire, I know.” I breathed in deeply, knowing she didn’t understand, and wishing I could just say fuck it and tell her, but it was impossible. “I haven’t fully decided what I’m going to do. I doubt I’ll really quit, but then again, I don’t know. I’ll probably just sleep on it and see how I feel tomorrow morning.”
“Or you could just put your big girl panties on and go ask that cranky piss-ant what his problem is.”
Little did Blaire know, I already knew what the problem was, just like I knew nothing would get resolved unless the three of us could sit down and talk it out like adults. I didn’t want to give up these cases, and Blaire was right, doing so was basically saying fuck my career and everything I’d accomplished. Plus, there was a good chance the man who’d attacked Delilah could be responsible for Amber’s assault.
“Like I said, I’ll sleep on it.”
My phone pinged with a notification, so I glanced away from Blaire long enough to check my phone, finding an email from Dr. Giles.
My lips parted.
Oh, shit.
It was Amber and Daniel Strickland’s toxicology results.
Both were dosed with extremely high levels of Rohypnol.
