I couldn’t recall who the arresting officer was in Denim’s case. When I’d found out what my brother had done, he was already in jail. I had Grace to find anyway. She’d taken up my life more so than my brother.
“He’s innocent,” I volleyed back.
“Is that right?” Ted asked. “The evidence doesn’t say so.”
Rick popped his head out of the car. “Hey, boss. We got to run. Paul found something on our dead girl you’re not going to like.”
Ted considered me one more time before he and Rick got into the car and sped off.
“Asshole,” I muttered.
Maggie had a soft spot for the cop, but fuck if I would. I had no doubt he had already formed his opinion of me before he met me.
“Easy, big guy,” Hunt said. “That cop can make your life suck the big one.”
Whatever.
“You knew the girl in that photo, didn’t you?” Hunt said more than asked.
It was best I didn’t involve him. I’d hired him to watch the shelter, nothing more. “I appreciate your help, but I’ll handle the detectives.”
Hunt caught my arm. “I’m here if you need me.”
“Thanks. I’ll call you later.” I stormed over to my car, got in, and drove away.
I didn’t need him. I needed Maggie.
