“I don’t know what I’ll do if she goes after Gigi.”

“Maybe you need to talk to Jaycee again when they get back. Look her in the eye and tell her again that it’s over and nothing will change that, especially slashing your tires or throwing a brick through your window.”

“I suppose it can’t make anything worse to try that again.” Although the thought of having to see her after what she’d done made him sick.

“I’m sorry you’re going through this.”

Cameron sat up a little straighter, determined to shake off the drama. “I’m sorry to bring this crap to work with me.”

“Where else would you bring it?”

“I heard you got the green light on FDS. I can’t wait to see what that does for us.”

“I just hope it does something.”

“Yeah, me, too.”

When Freddie and Jeannie returned with Jaycee in custody half an hour later, Sam heard her before she saw her.

Sam stepped out of the office. “Shut up.”

The blonde woman recoiled as if no one had ever spoken to her like that before.

“I thought we’d reached an understanding the last time you were our guest in the city jail.”

“I didn’t do anything! These officers should be arrested for how they treated me—and my grandmother.”

“Jaycee, you threw a brick through Detective Green’s window last night, and we can prove that. Your fingerprints are all over it. So quit with the woe-is-me nonsense.”

“You can’t prove it was me.”

Sam glanced at Freddie, who seemed as annoyed as Sam felt. “We can prove it was you, and you’re being charged with malicious mischief and violating a protective order. If you keep it up, we’ll add threatening the lives of two police officers to the charges, which is a much bigger deal. Do you know what a felony is, Jaycee?” Sam purposely spoke slowly, the way you would to a child or a dimwit. She wasn’t sure which word best described Jaycee.

“Yes, I know what that is,” she said through clenched teeth.

“You’re this close to being charged with two of them.” Sam held her fingers together. “Do you know what kind of time you’ll do if you’re convicted on felony assault charges? It could be as much as a decade, possibly longer because you certainly won’t get time off for good behavior. So I’d suggest that you shut the fuck up before we add to the charges. You got me?”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“So you say. Cruz, put her in interview one.”

He gave her a questioning look.

Sam used her chin to tell him to do it.

“Cameron, do what you can. Freddie will go in with you.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant.”