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How much proving did they need to do?
The man had been outside popping off a few shots and then went inside. The poor women had been shot up by the power of a semiautomatic weapon that had been confiscated from the scene.
“No one heard anything? No one called the cops?” Myles blew out a frustrated breath.
This was the downside to the job.
Not being able to rescue the innocent.
“There’s no telling. Not that it’s an excuse, but the people of the neighborhood hear gunshots every day. Who knows what they were thinking.” Ash laid a hand on Myles’s shoulder.
Zain and Iker came to stand next to them. Their faces revealed they felt the same as Myles.
“Offer still stands tonight. Drinks on me,” Iker announced somberly. He took his helmet off and ran his hand through his short hair. “This shit is fucked up. A person can’t even go to bed without a crazed maniac running in and shooting up the fucking place.”
Silence filled the air. Myles glanced over at the house. A chill snaked its way down Myles’s spine. It never got any better. No matter how many times he’d seen a dead body at the scene of a crime, it didn’t make it any easier.
Death wasn’t something one could become numb to.
Not Myles.
His entire life, he’d been trained to protect and serve.
“Looks like we have company.” Zain tipped his head toward something behind them.
They glanced in the direction where he was staring.
A silver sedan pulled up and parked next to a few patrol cars. Myles knew before he saw her that it was Roxxy.
He greedily took her form in once she stepped from the car. Her feet were encased in heels, and she had on a business suit with a skirt that stopped appropriately at her knees.
But it didn’t matter.
Myles knew what those thighs looked like straddling his face.
An older man about late forties exited the driver’s side and walked around to her side. She smiled at him, and Myles instantly didn’t care for the man.
She should only smile at him like that.
“Shit, the auditors are here.” Declan came to stand next to Myles.
“What’s the word from the medical examiner?” Myles tore his gaze away from Roxxy.
Mac joined them. His infamous scowl was in place. “Doc said from the dried blood and the bodies’ temperatures, that it would appear the women have been dead at least twenty-four to thirty-six hours.”
Curses went around.
“So that fucker has been going in and out the house while they lay dying?” Brodie exclaimed.
“That will tell you how sick he is.” Zain shook his head.
“Heads up,” Iker murmured.
“Hello, gentlemen,” a familiar southern accent sounded behind him.
Myles turned and found Roxxy standing with the other auditor. Myles had met him once, and his name evaded him.
Not that he wanted to remember the man who he wanted to punch in the face.
