“Well, we might rest easier if we had a police force we trusted,” the younger guy said, glaring at Vince.
Vince glared back. Then Detective Reeves got between him and the young guy.
She didn’t know if it was on purpose or not. She wasn’t entirely sure how much Reeves knew about how much of a dick Vince was.
Still, he drew Vince’s attention off the younger guy and back onto Reeves.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Vince demanded once everyone was gone.
“What am I doing here? What the fuck are you thinking, Vince? Were you really going to arrest the chief of police’s daughter? Or just manhandle her in front of half a dozen witnesses?”
Had that many people stopped?
Okay, Maya didn’t often have a good opinion of most humans. But it made her feel good that that many people had stopped to check on her.
Or maybe just watch the show.
“She wouldn’t get out of the fucking car! And she punched me in the nose!” Vince whined.
Jesus.
How the heck did anyone think he was attractive? He was an idiot.
“Yeah?” Reeves continued, sounding even angrier, which surprised her. “What did you do to make her smack you in the nose? Because as far as I know, most women don’t go around hitting people for no reason.”
Well, with Vince they really should.
“And why were you so close that she could smack you in the nose?” Reeves added.
“I pulled her over. I was talking to her.”
“Why? Was she speeding?” Reeves asked.
She could tell Vince wanted to lie.
“I wasn’t,” she said quickly. “He had no reason to pull me over. But he likes to do this once in a while. It’s called police harassment.”
“Yeah?” Vince sneered. “Lay a complaint then, bitch.”
“That’s enough, Officer Mason!” Detective Reeves snapped.
“We both know you won’t,” Vince continued, ignoring Reeves. “Because you know your own father wouldn’t believe you over me.”
She tried to hide the hurt of that statement.
The truth hit hard.
Her father wouldn’t believe her over Vince. He thought Vince was a good guy and a great cop. And he thought his daughter was a fool for not wanting to date him.
There was no point in even telling him about this incident, he wouldn’t believe her.
“It’s time you left, Vince,” Reeves said in a dark voice. “Or I’ll be writing up the complaint. And believe me, it won’t get ignored if I’m doing it.”
That surprised her.
Maya wasn’t used to anyone going to bat for her. Why would Reeves do that? Sure, he was a decent guy, but Vince was known to be her father’s favorite. It would only create issues for the detective at work.
Vince sneered at him. “Go ahead.” Then he turned to her. “Your father wants to see you. Call him.”
