Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“Yeah, I’m sure he’d be talkin’ my ear off. If he wasn’t already dead.”
Abby blinks. “What?”
“He died on Austin’s kitchen floor early this morning.”
I watch the journey from understanding to dismay play out across her face. “How’d you know it was me?”
“I didn’t. Not for sure. But you were the only one on the force who knew where the girls were gonna be last night. Hoyt could’ve followed me back from the station. But you and I know that’s not what happened.”
She rests her elbows on the table and her head in her hands. I let her stay like that for a good long while.
I trusted Abby with my life. With McKenzie’s life, and Holly’s. This whole time, she’s been covering up for those responsible for hurting dozens of girls just like them. Part of me wants to ask if it was ever about more than the money. But I suspect the answer really is that simple. If it isn’t, we’ll find out soon enough.
“I’m arresting you, Detective Coates,” I say. “You have the right to remain silent...”
I leave Abby in the interrogation room to stew in the wake of her own destruction, then join Lieutenant Harris on the other side of the two-way mirror.
“Units checked out Hoyt’s apartment,” he says. “They found your laptop, all smashed up. And an old bible bookmarked with hair samples. Forensics is running the DNA now.” He glances at me sidelong. “You did good work, Larkin.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“I know that must’ve been difficult for you.”
“Had to be done.” Underestimating Abby was my mistake. I sure as hell wasn’t gonna let anyone do my dirty work for me.
“It’s a damn shame about that flash drive,” Harris says. “I would’ve liked to have gotten something on King. Maybe our tech guys can recover some of the footage from your laptop.”
“Or maybe there’s an even filthier drive floating around somewhere.”
He cocks his head. “Another drive?”
I shrug. Harris’s usual stony expression cracks for a brief moment. He outright chuckles.
“You know, Larkin,” he says. “Once the dust settles, there’s a good chance you’re looking at a promotion.”
“About that, lieutenant. There’s something you and I need to discuss.”
Chapter Thirty-three
Holly
Kenzie and I sit on opposite ends of a couch in the common area of a hotel suite. We’re supposed to be watching a movie, but in my mind, all I can see is the dead man on the floor in Austin’s kitchen, and Cal’s body covered in blood.
Every loud bang from the television speakers is the echo of the gunshot that woke me.
Cal’s been gone since very early this morning. I know he’s probably at the station, and that the bad guy is still dead, but I can’t help worrying.
Kenzie says it’s normal to worry about the person you love. I’ve never been in love before, but I know it’s not supposed to be this harrowing. There’s nothing I want more than to be with Cal, but after everything that’s happened, I can’t pretend not to know myself. The last five days have been a dream come true and my worst nightmare, all rolled into one.
A knock sounds on the door before it opens. I jump off the couch like a puppy as Cal enters the room.
“Hey,” I say. “I didn’t think you’d be back so soon.”
“Thought I’d finally use a few of those vacation hours my boss keeps going on about.” He places a kiss on my forehead and says hello to Kenzie. “Can we talk, sweetheart?”
Anxiety turns my stomach. I get the feeling everything’s about to change again.
“Um...sure.” I give him my hand and let him lead me into one of the bedrooms. He asks me to sit on the bed as he closes the door.
“How’re you doing?” he asks.
“Fine, all things considered.” I shift nervously. I know I need to talk to him about my feelings, but I’m afraid of what it’s going to mean for us.
He sits down beside me and wraps his arm around my shoulders. “It’s all right if you’re not fine. I know last night was...intense.”
I stare at my hands in my lap. “I guess I’m still processing it all.”
Cal rests his head against mine. I struggle against the urge to lean into his body. If I let him soothe me now, I don’t know if I’ll be able to say the things I need to say. I’ll be too caught up in his presence, in his hunger, our love for each other.
“Cal, I need to say something.”
“So do I.” He leans back to look at me. “You first.”
I take a steadying breath. “I can’t do this. I love you, but I can’t live every day in fear that you’re going to go off to work and never come home.”
He nods like he was expecting this conversation.
“I understand,” he says soberly. “And I can’t say as I blame you, which is why I didn’t just take the night off.”