Page 50 of The Sinner and the Priest: Part 1

I end up on the one door I refuse to do first.

“Nope. He’s last.” Hands on hips, I glance at Raven. “Ideas?”

“What’s wrong with doing the priest?”

Tawny scoffs. “Of course she wants to do him.”

I poke her in the ribs. “For your information, he asked—nay, demanded to go first. Therefore, he will go last.”

“Serves him right,” she scoffs.

“Raven. Ideas?”

“Plenty. But none that are relevant to this.”

“Okay. Then … fuck it. Let’s just do Wes first, then Zeke, then the Saint, and Big Dick Energy goes last.”

“Sounds good.” Raven’s already stalking toward Wesley’s door.

“What’s the plan of attack?” Tawny scurries after us.

“I’ll be the lie detector,” I say, “and you two can do Good Cop, Bad Cop.”

“I’m the Good Cop, right?” Raven waggles her brows.

“What gave it away?” I intone and unlock the door. “The colorful hair or your winning personality?”

“Both.”

We file into the room, and I lock it behind me, slipping the key into my bra.

Wesley sits on the floor, surrounded by books. His blond hair is ruffled, his glasses are crooked, and his suit is crumpled as if he slept in it. He glances up.

“How’s Thea?” His knuckles are blanching where he grips the book.

“She’s doing fine.”

He exhales. “That’s good.”

Raven sits on the cot and pats the spot beside her, smiling sweetly. “Take a seat, Mr. Wesley.”

“I thought you were joking,” Tawny hisses at Raven. “I’m supposed to be Good Cop.”

Well, this is going swimmingly.

“Don’t be shy, Wes.” Raven pats again. Her grin is more shark than sugar.

“What the bloody hell is going on?” He gives the spot a dubious look.

“We’re interrogating you,” I reply. “Obviously.”

“Right.” He clears his throat, straightens his spectacles, and slowly gets to his feet, wincing at the stiffness in his joints.

I can relate, buddy.

He hands me a stack of papers. “Translated this last night. Some interesting new developments.”

“Thanks.” I hand the papers to Tawny.