Page 102 of Anarchy Missing
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
“Evidence,” I say, not backing down. “I put in a request and—”
“You don’t have authority to ask for evidence, Miss Lightly. You don’t have any cases. In fact, you’re lucky you’re not sitting in a jail cell right now. Take a seat right there and don’t fucking move.”
He points to a long row of booking seats, most of which are occupied with handcuffed criminals. He’s kidding, right?
“Would you rather be under arrest?” Randy calls. He nods his head at the chief, using him as his backup.
The chief squints his eyes at me, suspicious. And I decide I really don’t have a choice and make my way over to the one empty seat in the row of booking chairs.
Should’ve kept your nose out of it, Lulu. Then you’d be back in your office and not being treated like a criminal.
This was part of the plan, the reasonable voice in my head says. Randy’s plan, right? I’ll get close to Case, then he’ll get mad, and I’ll get fake-fired, and he’ll arrest Case.
It almost works. Almost.
But for the fact that’s not how any of this is shaking out.
Case has already been arrested. They did the warrant without me. Granted, I was up in the mountains in the perp’s secret lair. But still. Randy had time to explain this before he came over here this morning and he didn’t.
So… is he really gonna fire me? Arrest me?
Who cares, Lulu, that other voice says. Randy Shits is a dick.
I look down at my feet and smile at that.
A piece of paper flutters down at my feet while I’m looking at them. My head snaps up and I catch the back of Molly’s jacket as she disappears around a corner.
I lean over casually, looking around, and pick the paper up. Balling it into my fist.
I wait a few seconds to see if anyone saw me. Just the guy sitting next to me, and when I meet his gaze, he shrugs, his dark eyes sad and serious. “You got a better idea, lady, I’m there.”
Right. Just me and the criminals. Thick as thieves.
I open the paper and read it.
Get Case out now. Something bad is coming.
