Fuck this.
“No, I won’t,” I insist, my eyes widening so much they ache. “This isn’t fair. He’s got money and power, and clearly, he’s got someone here in his pocket.”
I’m trembling with rage.
How fucking dare Declan do this to me? To us?
“If anything, he stole them from me!”
The officer frowns, rising to his feet.
“What are you insinuating?”
I jump to my feet, my temper throwing me into action.
“Declan went into my house and took the diamonds. I was in Miami.”
The officer sighs, scrubbing his face with what looks like exhaustion.
“Did you file a police report?”
I bunch my fists, ready to swing for this blubbering idiot.
“No! I didn’t care about the diamonds.”
My chest heaves with emotion, my voice breaking.
“I still don’t. I only care about Crane. He’s innocent in all of this.”
The officer regards me for a moment before gesturing back to the door.
“I’ll be right back.”
“I’ve got back-ups of those images too,” I call after him, just in case he gets any ideas about deleting them. “Dates, times, everything.”
“I hear you, Miss Carson.”
He better.
It feels like the officer has been gone for hours, but in reality it’s probably only been twenty minutes.
When the door opens, I glare at him expectantly.
“Well?”
“You can go.” Officer Pembroke waves his hand, sliding my phone across the desk.
“Oh? And Crane?”
Officer Pembroke eyes me warily.
“He’s free too. Sorry about all of this, Miss Carson.”
I snatch up my phone, pushing past him to enter the dank corridor.
I’m trembling with rage, and I need to get out of here.
I feel like I can’t breathe.
