Page 60 of Shattered Love
She doesn't seem phased by me. Instead, her green eyes take me in—not in a sexual way, but curious.
“Stone-cold Dominic Stone,” she says.
“Is there a reason you’re in my fucking office touching my stuff?” I growl.
She raises her eyebrow. “Looks like you got a new partner, Stone.”
Holding out her hand. “Lettie.”
I snort, crossing my arms over my chest. “I don't do partners.”
She raises her eyebrows.
She’s got balls. I’ll give her that.
“That’s not what I heard. You used to have a partner.”
Her smart mouth just got her a one-way ticket out of here. Whether she goes in tears is up to her. I take a step forward.
Her eyes widen and her arms drop to her sides.
“What is it you think you know?” I bare my teeth, but she looks at me straight in the eyes.
“I know everything, Stone, every horrific detail. I know how you were a good cop, the fucking best there was. I'm surprised there isn't a statue in your damn honor.” She stares me down. “I know that Carter was your partner, your best friend. You were like brothers. I know that Mac was your shadow. You guys were a unit, a force.”
I nod my head for her to go on.
She bites her lip, debating what to say.
“Don't stop there. What happened next?” I walk even closer to her.
She turns her head away and I see her jaw clench as she looks up to the ceiling. She turns to me, her green eyes glassy. “Your wife jumped in front of bullet for you and she died in your arms, even though she didn't take her last breath until a few weeks later in the hospital. You had a baby girl, Juliet. She was brought up by your wife's parents because you left the day of your wife's funeral to seek justice and to make sure the monsters stayed away from your daughter.”
She’s done her homework. Does she think that it impresses me? It had been in every paper. She only had to pull up an old one and listen around town for a minute.
“I'm not seeking justice for my wife.” I grind out, nearly nose to nose with her. “When I find them, I will kill them and wash my hands in their blood.” I wait for her to run scared.
Instead, she nods her head as if she's in fucking agreement. “I can help.”
Now I fucking laugh. It's not a real laugh. It sounds maniacal, even to my own ears. “Yeah, and how the fuck do you think you can do that? It’s taken me twenty years and you just got out of diapers.”
I don't know why I’m even talking to her. I should chuck her out, but she’s more ballsy than most of the new men recruits, let alone the women.
Shaking her head at me, rolling her eyes. She places a file on the desk.
I know it instantly. The big red letters. “unsolved” mock me. “How the fuck did you get this?” I spit.
crossing her arms over her chest. “I'm more like my dad than people think.” She shrugs.
I raise my eyebrow. “He’s a cop.”
She doesn’t look at me as she nods.
I wonder if I know him. It explains a whole lot of shit. “He happy you’re here?”
She looks at me over her shoulder, her eyes wide. “No! He would likely bust a nut. I'm sure he still thinks of me as his little girl.”
Leaning on my desk with my arms crossed. “He's protective of you?” For some reason I need to know the answer.
