Scarsdale sank onto his barstool. “I don’t know. If it’s up to me, absolutely not. It’s a losing case because the local cops fucked up.”

“I’m surprised because DPD is usually quite careful,” Maia said, suspicion plain in her eyes.

“Not this time,” Scarsdale replied. “Apparently the officer got a call from her babysitter about a break-in at her home. She panicked and raced there. There was a burglary of her house that night and her young daughter was injured, though it was minor. The books were left on the front seat of her squad car, and there’s proof that she didn’t lock the vehicle.”

“She was terrified for her child,” Lisa pointed out. If it had been one of her nephews, she would have flipped out, too. “You can’t expect her to ignore that.”

Scarsdale shrugged, still holding his briefcase like he expected to need it as a shield any moment. “This is why I don’t particularly think women should be cops. A man would have done his duty. Anyway, the defense argued that leaving the books in the open at another crime scene broke the chain of custody. And something was definitely done to those books. Several pages were missing.”

“That’s interesting,” Remy said, his fingers drumming along the bar.

She supposed she couldn’t expect him to not look into the case. He was a bodyguard by trade, but he’d done some PI work as well. He worked for a security and investigation firm. If he hadn’t shown some concern about what was going on with her case, she would know he was truly only interested in sex. The fact that he was looking into it, spending time on her when she couldn’t pay him a dime had to mean something, right?

Because she was a stupid girl and she was already wondering why they had to have an expiration date. Louisiana wasn’t that far away, after all. It was about eight hours in a car, and by plane? Well, by plane there was only an hour between New Orleans and Dallas.

She’d started to think a lot about where Remy’s family lived.

“So you can see why I don’t think it’s a good idea to retry the case,” Scarsdale said.

“I’m interested in who broke into the officer’s house,” Remy said quietly.

“You would have to ask DPD,” Scarsdale replied. “That’s not in my purview.”

“Oh, I think I will ask some questions.” Remy sat back. “So Vallon’s back in business?”

“We still have his accounts frozen.” The prosecutor adjusted his glasses. “But we can only keep them for another few days. We have to make a decision.”

“It sounds like you’ve already made your decision.” Maia downed the last of her martini and gestured for another.