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“Bad analogy, Davis, and not one that I appreciate. I’m not sleeping with Harper, so pillow talking isn’t possible. But he did mention you’ve been spending a lot of personal time with Evans. If I need to pull you off the case . . .”
“No, that won’t be necessary. I can do my job.”
“Good, then prove it. Get her ass in here now. A partial print was found on the weapon. If it’s hers, then you know what’s next.”
I’ll have to arrest her, and she’ll be charged.
“I hear you loud and clear, Captain. I’ll bring her in.”
“Don’t be all day either.”
The line went quiet, and Davis realized the captain had ended the call. He slipped his phone into his pocket and used that same hand to massage his temple. The mounting frustration created the beginnings of a tension headache.
How the hell did I miss that?
Am I too caught up in the woman that I’m overlooking the reality of things?
Is that what she wanted, for me to be emotionally connected and blur the lines, making missteps with the case? She was trained at manipulating people’s thoughts and feelings.
Davis turned on his heels, feeling very annoyed as he climbed the stairs and banged on Cassidy’s door. When she didn’t answer immediately, his fist made contact again until she stood before him with a frown.
“Did you forget something?”
“Yeah, a lot of shit, like the fact that I need to start investigating this case with a clear head.”
“Nate, what’s going on?”
Nate.
Is she playing with me?
Personalizing us so that I would get sidetracked.
“Do you own a gun?”
“What?”
Cassidy’s face flashed with something Davis couldn’t decipher, which only fueled his anger and made him ask the question again more aggressively this time. “Simple question, Evans. A simple yes or no answer. Do. You. Own. A. Gun?”
“Yes, I own a gun.”
“Where is it?”
“Why? What’s going on?”
“You’re not the one asking questions right now, Evans. I am. Where’s the gun? Show it to me.”
“It’s in the bedroom. My closet.”
“Let’s go.” His fingers wrapped around her arm, and he began moving. Not once had he been to Cassidy’s bedroom, so he wasn’t sure why he was taking the lead other than the frustration of needing to get there faster. She snatched away from his hold and frowned up at him.
“I assume you’re accusing me of something based on how you’re acting right now. Given the circumstances, I’ll humor you, but keep your damn hands to yourself.”
He laughed cockily. “Now, you want me to keep my hands to myself?”
The words felt bitter on his tongue, but at the moment, he was being driven by the blow to his ego now that his captain was on his ass and believed he wasn’t adequately doing his job. Then there was the slight feeling in the back of his mind that Cassidy had possibly been playing him this entire time.
“Wow. This way, Detective,” she muttered, and he attempted to ignore the offense that filtered into her expression. He couldn’t allow himself to care about that at the moment. This was his job. His reputation, his livelihood were on the line.
