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“Fine! An apology then. Jesus, cat. So judgy. I bet a dog wouldn’t come at me the way you are right now. It was just a joke.”
But we both knew it hadn’t been. I’d acted out in the heat of the moment, like I always did. But this time I actually regretted it. That was new.
“Okay,” I mused. “What options do I have here? I can go down to the police station and apologize in person.” I cringed, both at the thought of having to see Boston face-to-face, and at the thought I might have embarrassed him in front of his colleagues. I didn’t want to embarrass him any further if that was the case.
My other option was the phone. But I didn’t have the guy’s number. But there were ways around that. I picked up my cell and dialed the number for my lawyer, Liam.
He answered on the third ring. “Eve? It’s not late and you’re ringing me from your phone, so I’m guessing you aren’t in jail this time?”
“Hello to you, too. Why do you assume I’m in jail every time I call you?”
“Because you usually are.”
“Maybe I’m trying to turn over a new leaf?”
He sniggered, like the idea was ridiculous. “I hope you do. Would certainly save me some time in getting you off these misdemeanors you seem to enjoy racking up.”
“Shut up.” I sniffed. “I’d never see you if you weren’t bailing me out. You’re always so busy working.” Liam had grown up in the hood, his mom friends with mine. So he was like the annoying third brother I’d never wanted. Though unlike my biological brothers, at least Liam had a useful occupation.
Liam groaned into the earpiece. “Playing the guilt card, huh? Low.”
“Truth hurts.”
He grumbled something on the other end. “I’ll stop by more, okay? You don’t have to get arrested to get my attention. Just cook some of my favorite stew, and I’ll be there with bells on.”
“You know there is always a pot of it on the stove on family night.”
“I know. I know. But I’m assuming that’s not why you rang me. What’s up?”
I sat heavily on my bed and played with the edge of my blanket, letting the silky material run through my fingers. “Do you have a way of getting me a cell phone number for somebody?”
“Legally or illegally?”
Despite the fact I’d just told him I was trying to turn over a new leaf, I wasn’t actually all that bothered by how he came by the number. I just really wanted it. “I’ll leave that to your discretion. I need the number for an Officer Boston. He’s a cop in Providence.”
“Joshua Boston?”
“That’s the one.”
“I know him. Worked a case with him a few years ago. Pretty sure I still have his number saved in my phone. Hold on.” The phone beeped a few times as he scrolled through his contacts. “Yep. Still got it.”
My breath hitched. “You do? Can you send it to me, please?”
He paused. “Are you going to use this number for nefarious purposes? Do you plan to stalk him? Write his name on bathroom stalls and tell people to call him for a good time?”
“Just give me the number, Liam. Don’t forget I kicked your ass when we were kids, I’ll do it again.”
“I was five and you were ten. That’s an unfair advantage.”
“Want a rematch?”
He chuckled. “No way. You scare me. I’ll text you the number. Bye, Eve.”
I smiled smugly.
When the number came in, I quickly saved it to my phone. Then started a fresh text message. With trembling fingers, I tapped a few sentences.
Eve
