Chapter 27
Jocelyn
“You’re a good detective,”I told Don as I stared at his profile.
We sat across the street from the storage unit place for the second evening in a row. We were supposed to be on the lookout for Rogers, but my attention kept traveling to Don.
He turned those expressive eyes of his on me, and the butterflies in my stomach started fluttering. When he smiled, my heartbeat pounded in my ears.
“You think so?”
I shook my head. “Nope. I’m not falling for that one again. Your ass is fishing for even more compliments.”
He chuckled, grabbed my hand, and kissed my knuckles. “Thanks, babe.”
“When you said you owed it to someone to become a firefighter, you were talking about your mom?”
His expression sobered. “It won’t bring her back. I know it, but still…”
His voice trailed off.
I wanted to tell him to let go of the guilt he felt for what happened to his mom, but it wouldn’t be anything I hadn’t told him a few nights ago in my bedroom. Don’s career was a perfect mix of taking after his father and the obligation he felt to his mother’s memory.
My heart constricted in my chest.
“Do you think Rogers will show up here?” I asked after a few minutes of silence.
“Yeah. He’s been paying the bill on it for months. Even after he defaulted on a lot of his other bills.”
“Maybe he’s keeping evidence regarding the arsons in there.”
Don gave me a pensive look. “It’s possible, but I doubt it. I don’t think he’s our arsonist, but I feel like he knows something.”
Don had told me Rogers had been on shift during a few of the arsons.
“You think he’s going to talk if he does show up?” I asked.
His face hardened. “I’ll make his ass sing like a canary.”
I narrowed my gaze. “We’re not beating anyone up, Don. We’ll treat this as a real investigation.”
“I am treating it like a real investigation. Everything is above board.”
“What is that gleam in your eyes about?”
“I always have a gleam in my eye when I’m looking at you, baby.”
I rolled my eyes, mainly to try to brush off my own silly emotions that got in the way when he dipped his voice low and flirted like that.
“We’re going to talk to Rogers. If he gives us any useful information, we can take it to the police or Murray.”
“Murray is as useless at his job as Rogers is,” he replied.
“He can’t be that bad. He’s still working arson at Charlie’s, right?”
“Barely. The motherfucker is moving as slow as molasses. They just finished processing the evidence we collected, and that was what? Four months ago? Which is why Captain Waverly gave me the go ahead to pursue these leads on my own and report directly to him. He’ll run everything up the chain of command.”
I started to say something, but movement across the street caught our attention.
