A bead of sweat appeared on his upper lip. “I have no idea.”

“I think you do.” Sam rested her hands on the table and leaned toward him. “You disappoint me, Peter. Four years of living with a cop and you didn’t learn a goddamned thing. If you’re going to try to kill your ex-wife and her boyfriend, you should know better than to leave fingerprints on the bombs.”

“I didn’t leave any prints!”

She smiled. Bingo.

His face went purple with rage. “You fucking cunt. Spreading your legs for that asshole ten minutes after you see him again.”

Sam leaned closer to him, her stomach burning. “That’s right. And guess what?” She lowered her voice so only Peter—and maybe Freddie—could hear her. “When I fuck him, I come every time—sometimes more than once. So it turns out that despite what you always tried to make me believe, you were the one who sucked in the sack.”

He lunged at her, grabbed her throat and squeezed so hard she saw stars in a matter of seconds.

She heard Freddie moving toward them as she rammed the heel of her hand into Peter’s nose, sending him flying backward, blood bursting from his face.

“You fucking bitch! You motherfucking frigid whore! You broke my fucking nose!”

“Book him, Cruz.” Sam’s hand shook as she brought it up to her throat. “Two counts attempted murder, assaulting a police officer, stalking a police officer, possessing bomb-making materials, breaking and entering, violating a restraining order, and anything else you can think of.”

Freddie hauled Peter up off the floor and snapped cuffs on his wrists. “With pleasure.”

“Does he know you’re only half a woman?” Peter screamed. “Did you tell him you’re barren?”

Sam’s heart kicked into overdrive as pain shot through her gut. “Get him out of here.”

Long after Freddie dragged the shrieking Peter from the room, Sam stood there trying to get her shaking hands under control. Finally, she turned to leave the room and found a crowd of coworkers waiting for her.

Captain Malone stepped forward. “Well done, Sergeant.”

“Thank you,” Sam said, her voice shaky. She heard the whir of the wheelchair before she saw it. Oh God, she groaned inwardly at what her father must’ve heard. The crowd parted to let him through, and her heart almost stopped when she saw Nick with him. “So you heard all that, huh?” Sam said to her dad after the others left them alone.

“Uh huh.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, her cheeks burning. “It must’ve been embarrassing for you—”

“That was the most entertaining fifteen minutes of my life—right up until he grabbed you. You should put some ice on your neck. Those bruises are gonna hurt.”

“I will.” She bent down to kiss his cheek.

“Proud of you, baby girl,” he whispered.