He shrugs, taking a bite out the end of the dry baguette, not a care in the world.
“Probably Montgomery. I was surprised he wasn’t already in Lucy’s room when I went to bed last night,” I suggest.
Lance snickers, “Doubtful. She isn’t giving him an inch.” He chuckles to himself, smiling around his mouthful of food. “Ha.That’s what she said.”
Charlie rolls his eyes, moving to fill a travel mug with coffee. “So, I looked into that case on Joey Wilson. It was nothing. Was dropped a couple days after the report was made.”
“Do you have the case files?”
“The sheet of paper that tells me that there wasn’t enough evidence to take it to court let alone trial? Yes.”
“I want them.”
“Well you can’t have them. Vinny said he has been stable since childhood. You can’t judge him based on something that might not have happened.”
“Where Nina is concerned, I will.”
“Does she know you had him looked up?” he questions.
“No.” I glare, knowing where this is going.
“Well, I think you should tell her. Would explain why you’ve been such a prick the last couple weeks.”
Charlie has always been the honest man out of us all. I suppose it comes with the job in some ways, but over the past four years he has become hell-bent with the need to make every situation untainted.
It’s what keeps me up at night, the thought of what I have done to the man who would never contemplate something so fucked.
“Yeah, I will tell her.”
His brows furrow, clearly not expecting me to agree. “Right, I’m out. I won’t see you before so enjoy Paris, man.” He cuffs me on the back and smiles.
I nod my head, pleased that he has turned towards the door and can’t see my grimace.
Once he leaves, my eyes lift to Lance.
“Get out your head, Lowell. He’d never live with himself if you told him.”
“I know.”
“You did the right thing. It’s buried; move on.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose, thinking back to that night and what a fuckup it was.
“Has Cara been in touch?” he asks.
“No. She wouldn’t fucking dare.”
He nods his head. “I know you like this chick, but be fucking careful, you don’t need another Cara. That’s already cost you enough.”
“Nina is nothing like Cara.”
“Maybe. But do you really know her yet? Would she stay if she knew?” he spits.
I frown as his question settles in me.
Would she?
“I’ve got your back always, Mase. Just be smart.”
