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I see the notification that something was caught on the camera, but ignore it. Deer like to run across at this time of the morning.
KEN
With or without strawberries
With
KEN
Alright, Mia is going to help so don’t expect professionalism or anything
It’s cake. We are going to fucking eat it, who cares
A knock at the door pulls my attention away from my phone. I slide off the solid wood dining table, make my way over, and peer through the peephole to see two police officers standing on our porch.
Interesting.
Tucking my phone into the pocket of my sweats, I open the door.
I step into the doorway and lean against the frame. The two of them look at one another, before turning their attention back to me. “Good morning. Is this the home of…” The officer on my left speaks, then looks down at a device that’s not quite a tablet but bigger than a phone. “Calista Sanderson?”
“Yes.”
“And you are?” the other officer asks.
The one that was speaking before clears his throat.
“Her boyfriend. What is this about?” I cross my arms over my chest.
“Is Ms. Sanderson home?”
“She is.”
“May we come in?” I look down at their badges for the first time. The talkative one is Ramirez, the one that has been looking me up and down like he is trying to figure out where he recognizes me from, is Anders.
“No, I can go get her and she can speak with you here at the door.” Even though there’s only one gun in the house, I can't risk them snooping around and finding the safe. Technically, Cal is allowed to have it, and I could argue that I don’t live here—but I’m not trying to end up in cuffs because they suspect anything of me.
“You look familiar.” I knew that would come from Officer Anders. “Were you locked up—”
“Yes.” I cut him off. “Can I ask what you want with Ms. Sanderson?”
“I don’t believe that is any concern of yours.”
Anything andeverythingrevolving around my girl is my concern, my problem, andmy fucking business.
My smile is unfriendly. “But it is.”
“Is your name Ronan?” Anders asks.
I release a heavy, drawn-out sigh. “Yup.”
“Listen,” the other officer says with a mocking chuckle. “We would like to talk with Ms. Sanderson. This isn’t your place of residence, and you’ll move so we can—”
“I listened long enough.” I love that his eyes sharpen out of anger from me cutting him off yet again. “I’ll go grab her to talk with you here at the door.”
“Are you impeding with an investigation?”
Investigation?
