Lowering my arms and picking up the chair, I tell him, “We were on the phone.” The metal legs scratch against the floor as I put the chair back into place and take a seat. “She screamed, the phone dropped and I heard her screaming and then muffled and then …”

Fuck, my hands tremble and I can’t even look him in the eyes.

“A man’s voice said something and then the line went out. I was close, but not close enough. The first thing I did was call in the disturbance.”

Lie. The first thing I did was message Marcus. They have my phone. They’ll have the number. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

He got there first and left a fucking mess for me to walk in on with cops trailing behind me.

“And when you got there, the suspects were exactly as they were when we found them?”

I can only nod. Nothing else is able to come out.

“It’s one hell of a coincidence …” Skov states, taking the seat across from me, leaning back casually.

“I’m aware,” I say.

“You know we have to go through it all. Everything that was on you, your office, your records.”

The filing cabinet flashes in front of my eyes. I nod then tell him, “I understand, but put men out there. Don’t waste time.” I plead with him instead of giving any thought to what’s inside that filing cabinet in my office.

Please, for the love of God, don’t look in the cabinet. It’s locked. There’s no reason to. Not unless they wanted to pin this on me. Not unless they tie the phone number I messaged to any other crimes.

Fuck, fuck. Doubt surrounds me and it’s then that the interrogation door opens.

The other officer who took me in, I forget his name, strides in with heavy footsteps. His thin lips are pressed in a tight line and he flashes me a narrowed, untrusting gaze.

“I’m only going to ask you this once, and I expect full disclosure and honesty.” The severity in his tone sends a prick of warning down my spine. “You only have one chance to keep your job, Special Agent Walsh. If there’s even a possibility of that. How is the wanted criminal who goes by Marcus involved in all this? I want to know everything you know about him.”

The first book belonged to Delilah. The second to Marcus. The third is Cody’s … in a way. You’ll have to read it and see.

This Love Hurts.

But I Need You.

And I Love You the Most, book three, is the epic conclusion in this darkly provocative, woven tale.

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