My heart constricted at the thought of being in Marjorie’s position.
Yeah, I needed to be thorough on this case.
Chapter 24
Don
“What the hell?”I grumbled after a stream of confetti exploded in my face from my locker at the station. Then the assholes I worked with ran over and sprayed me with silly string.
“Shit!”
“Congratulations, man,” Carter bellowed.
I slapped his hand away and pushed Eric and Sean away from me. “What is this?”
The three of them cracked up.
“We just thought congratulations were in order,” Eric said.
“Congratulations for what?” I swiped at the silly string in my hair and threw it to the floor before brushing confetti off my shirt.
“It’s obvious another one of Rescue Four’s bachelors has been taken off the market,” Carter answered. “We’re getting the party started a little early.”
“And you thought silly string and confetti? That’s the best you all could do? Where would this place be without me?” I rolled my eyes and gave them a pitying look.
“How about this?” Carter asked at the same time he lunged for me, trying to get me into a headlock.
“Son of a…” I growled, trying to break free from his hold. Meanwhile Sean and Eric seized the opportunity to spray me with more silly string.
“This isn’t even as half as bad as it’s going to be once you make it official and put a ring on it,” Eric joked.
It didn’t even occur to me to pushback against the idea of putting a ring on Jocelyn’s finger. For once, the only thing that scared me about marriage, were thoughts about the arsonist and the threats he’d made against Jocelyn.
“Get off me,” I said, pushing Carter away.
All three of them laughed at the mess they’d made of me.
“Please, you know this is all payback for the shit you gave us,” Eric said.
“I didn’t give you that much shit,” I lied as I again swiped at the silly string in my hair. I looked over at Sean. “You’re not even in a relationship. I never gave you any shit.”
He snorted. “Yeah, I just wanted to fuck with you.” He turned toward my locker, which looked like a damn pep rally had exploded around it.
“Jackasses,” I griped. “Get away from me. I need to speak with the captain.”
I brushed off the confetti and silly string and pushed past my supposed teammates to head down the hall toward the captain’s office. Their chuckles followed me all the way down the hall.
“Captain,” I called through the door.
“Come in.”
“You wanted me to update you on the investigation.”
He tossed down his pen, folded his hands on his desk, and motioned for me to take the chair across from him. “The witnesses?” he asked.
I nodded. “I’ve spoken to six in the past month. Some of them more than once.”
“And?”
