“Too early.” I smile back.

He chuckles. “Can I get you a car?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll flag a cab down outside.”

“Let me do that.” He gets up from his seat, coming around the desk.

I follow him to the front door of the building.

“Young girl like you doesn’t want to be out on the streets at night alone. You never know what kind of crazy is out there.”

The crazy that I fight against every day. The crazy that I’m trying to put behind bars to make the streets of Miami safer for other young women.

I don’t say that out loud, though.

I love being an assistant state attorney. There’s nothing better than putting away criminals and seeing justice served to up-their-own-ass jocks like Grayson Knight who think that just because they have money and fame, they’re untouchable. Yeah, well, I’ll show him just how touchable he is.

How touchable his body is.

I banish the thought from my mind. He is my opponent.

Earl flags down a cab. I thank him and climb into the backseat.

“62nd Street police station,” I tell the driver as I sit back.

Chapter 2

I pay the driver, tipping him well due to the hour, and get out of the cab. With my briefcase in one hand, I make my way up the steps to the doors of the police station. Pushing them open, I step inside to find the reception area reasonably quiet. That isn’t strange at this hour. A man and a woman are sitting in the plastic seats off to my left. Cops are milling around in the office behind the desk. I don’t recognize the on-duty officer. She’s a dark-skinned woman in her midforties who looks far too alert.

I approach her with a smile, noting the name on her badge. “Hi, Officer Santiago, I’m Assistant State Attorney Melissa St. James. I’m here to see Grayson Knight.”

She smiles at me. “He’s being interviewed at the moment. Would you like me to take you through?”

“Please.”

Officer Santiago comes out from behind the desk and I follow her through a door and down the corridor that leads to the interview rooms. She stops outside one of the doors. “They’re in here.”

“Thanks.”

I knock once and open the door. Inside is Sergeant Matt Daughtry.

I dated him for four months and broke it off six months ago, even though he wanted it to continue. And he never makes any effort to hide that fact.

Jason Black, Matt’s partner, is sitting next to him. I really don’t like that guy. Something about him has always set me on edge, and I’m not feeling any differently about him right now.

Sitting across from them, with his back to me, is Grayson Knight.

Matt’s eyes connect with mine. I tip my head back, indicating that I want to have a word with him outside.

“I’ll just be a minute,” Matt tells Jason.

All the while, Grayson, being the arrogant ass I imagine him to be, doesn’t even turn to look at me.