Page 46 of Capture My Heart

“It is. I work at the police sponsored dunk tank every year.”

“I bet it’s a big money maker for them. Dunk a cop. No doubt they rake in the cash for charity.” His gaze cut sideways, and he mumbled to himself. “Hell, I’d max out my credit card to see you in a skimpy bikini.”

Dripping from the top of her blonde locks to her purple-tipped toes. Oh yeah, he could envision it now.

“Sorry, but I wear an APD tank top and shorts.”

Shit, she heard him. “Oh well, then I might only drop a couple hundred.”

She rolled her eyes, but he caught the faint smile that ghosted her lips.

He parked in the back.

“I told Megan Peterson you’d coordinate with her for dinner next weekend.”

“I still can’t believe I got roped into dinner with Bob.” She shook her head then opened her car door.

Trey reached for the door and stopped. The hairs on his neck jumped. The lock was broken.

Amy had her gun out as fast as he did.

“Stay behind me.”

She snorted. “Not a chance.”

He should have known better than to take a protective stance with her. “Fine, go low.”

Trey yanked open the door and they entered as if they’d been partners for years. She went low and swept the right as he went left. The door to the gym was still locked. They cleared the rest of the storage area then moved up the stairs.

Amy gestured to the broken doorknob before they entered. The hallway was clear, but her door stood wide open.

He raised his hand and motioned to the other side of the door. He counted down on his fingers and on three they burst into the apartment.

It was clear, but the place was trashed.

“Look what those fuckers did to my couch.” Anger seethed for her as she ran a finger over the rips that sliced open the leather from seam to seam.

“We don’t know how many unsubs there are.”

“Doesn’t matter. One or twelve. I want them in cuffs.” Her body shook,

The antique table lay on its side. Not one piece of glass in the place was unbroken, and her mattress was slashed from head to foot.

“Can you tell if anything is missing?”

Amy scanned the rooms. “My new laptop was on the table. It’s gone now.”

Before they touched anything, he ushered her into the hall. Amy pulled out her phone and was talking to dispatch when he moved to his door.

His lock looked intact, but he kept his firearm at the ready as he unlocked it.

Stinky greeted him as usual. No overturned furniture, everything looked the same as he left it that morning.

He motioned to Amy. She ended her call and followed him into his kitchen. He handed her a water bottle. “Someone’s got a hard-on for you, and not in a good way.”

“Seems so.” She ran her hand through her hair. “Not sure why.”

“First your car, then your apartment. They took your computer both times.”