Page 72 of Dirty Judge
I hung back behind a bookshelf, waiting until she was long gone. I’d watched her circle the floor at least five times already, so I figured it wouldn’t be anytime soon.
Mara
Hey…Your car is still in the parking lot.
Are you still inside?
No, I walked to a bar around the block.
Oh! Well, next time invite me! See you in the morning.
See you in the morning.
I still didn’t trust that she was gone, so I walked over to the far side of the floor and looked out the windows.
The only cars left in the lot belonged to me and security, and there was an Audi gleaming on the back row.
His rental…
So, he’s still here.
Not wanting to risk running into anyone, I took the emergency stairwell to Liam’s chambers.
I swiped my key against the door and slipped inside.
When I turned around, I found myself face to face with a floor-to-ceiling whiteboard full of newspaper clippings, notes, and pictures.
Mynewspaper clippings, notes, and pictures.
These were all the things he’d made me find on the Jenkins case, and there were red arrows in all the blank spaces in between.
What the…
I stepped closer, staring at photos from the crash and autopsy notes.
Every few feet, there was a pink Post-it that bore Liam’s handwriting and the same phrase, “Money isn’t above the law…”
“Wait a minute,” I muttered, looking at the autopsy sketches. There wereninephotos here.
I thought only five people died in the crash…
“What the hell are you doing in here?” Liam’s deep voice made me turn around. “I told you to go home.”
“I just wanted to check on you.”
“I told you I was fine.” He looked me up and down. “That dress is inappropriate for work. I’ll have to write you up tomorrow.”
“What’s my punishment?”
“Depends.” He stepped closer. “How rough do you want it to be?”
“I don’t know.” I sucked in a breath as he cupped my neck. “I’ve never really had it that rough before.”
“You think I’m talking about sex?”
“Aren’t you?”
“I missed you today.” His words caught me completely off guard. “I’ve missed riding with you all week.”
