Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
It actually would become extremely unlikely that I would ever be accepted into any type of law school. Grades, letters of recommendation, and my work ethic would all be worthless. Years of scrimping and saving and putting every other aspect of my life last would have been for nothing.
Harrison knew that, and I was pretty sure that was why I hadn’t been processed yet. He wanted something, and he was going to hold my entire future over my head to get it. Or maybe he was just trying to prove a point.
He was such a dick.
I had just been thrown in a cell like they were throwing somebody in a drunk tank so they could sober up before sending them home.
Thankfully, this was a smaller precinct, and the women’s cell was currently empty. Still, I paced back and forth in the tiny little room, waiting.
Waiting for Harrison to show up and reveal his master plan or to berate me or yell at me or do whatever other heavy-handed, privileged shit he was ready to do and then let me go.
I didn’t understand why he interrupted my date with Patrick. I knew he didn’t want me flirting with him before, but I thought that was just petty jealousy. Or that he thought it was unprofessional, but he hadn’t said two words to me since he kicked me off of his desk.
“Hey, am I going to get a phone call?” I yelled for probably the fifteenth time.
Nobody was sitting at the desks in front of the cell, and nobody was around as far as I could see. Maybe they had just forgotten they stashed me in here, and I would be stuck until someone came into work.
“That depends. Who are you going to call?” Harrison casually strolled down the hallway with his hands tucked in his pants pockets.
“Are you charging me with something?”
“Should I be?”
“If you’re not charging me, you need to let me go.” I tightened my grip on the metal bars.
“Actually, I can hold you for twenty-four hours. And I just arrested your date on RICO charges, so I can keep this going for quite some time. You may be a suspect. You could have been talking about anything at that romantic little restaurant.”
I moved as close to him as possible, pressing my body against the bars.
“You had no right to have me arrested.”
“I had every right to have you arrested. Detective Doyle has been charged with a whole slew of charges. Well, I’m sure you know what the charges are seeing as you’ve been working the case with me for weeks.”
I crossed my arms. “I was working the case with you, until you dumped me on another attorney after falsely accusing me of losing a file.”
Not taking the bait, Harrison pressed on. “Did you know Doyle’s mother’s maiden name is O’Murphy?”
“Fuck,” I said as I sat down, realizing that I had been on a date with a dirty cop.
I thought he was asking about my work to make conversation. I didn’t realize he was actually trying to suss out what information Harrison already had.
“Did you two talk about the cases that you’re working on?”
“He did ask,” I admitted. “But I was telling him about the case I’m working on now, and even then, it was all very general information. I know not to disclose an active investigation to anyone, even an officer of the law.”
“Good. Did you tell him anything about the case that we were working on?”
“No.” Fuck, I had misjudged this entire situation.
“Why did you agree to go on a date with him at all?”
I shrugged my shoulders when I looked up at him. A line was forming between his brows. Something I had only ever seen happen when he was annoyed.
“Tell me, Eddie, why did you agree to go on a date with him? Do you find him attractive?”
“Not really,” I admitted.
“Then why did you go out with him?”
“Because he asked,” I said.
“I admit I am a little disappointed in you.” His voice was stern, and hearing he was disappointed in me made my cheeks heat, and I suddenly wanted to curl in on myself and cry. I didn’t, but I really wanted to. I had never felt like such a fool or a failure before.
“Look, are you going to charge me or not? Because I have a lot of things that I need to get done.” I was proud of myself for saying that and not letting any of my emotions through.
“I haven’t made up my mind yet.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest. “But I’m willing to let you plead your case. Why should I just let you go?”
“Because I didn’t do anything,” I bit out as I stood back up and paced in my small cell.
“Didn’t you though? Let’s go over the facts, Ms. Carmichael. True or false, you broke into my office on two separate occasions to use my private bathroom?”