“You know I can’t tell you that.”
“But it was definitely Sorrow’s house?”
“That’s the address listed.”
“Interesting.”
“Oh yeah? You think interfering in an investigation is interesting?” Denny fumes.
“Enough!” Chris barks at him.
“I find it interesting that after Sorrow had her house raided earlier today, then spent hours at the hospital getting more stitches—thanks to another rough cop—and even more hours at the police station, you think she’d come back and throw a party? You don’t think she’s fucking sick of you guys yet?”
Denny steps closer. “I think she?—”
“I think she’s asleep in my bed. I picked her up from the station, and with the exception of ten minutes when I took her home to pack a bag, she has been at my place all night. Tell me, Denny, is this still you following orders? Because it’s beginning to look a lot like harassment to me.” I swing my arm around to indicate the quiet street. “Somehow, I find it hard to believe anyone here called in a noise complaint, mostly because of the absence of fucking noise.”
“We still need to speak to Miss Wells,” Denny pushes. “I can’t very well just take your word for it now, can I?” He glances down at my naked chest, his implication clear. And yeah, I get it. Mysaying she was in my bed led him to that conclusion but fuck him.
“I slept on the sofa, asshole, not that it’s any of your fucking business. And I resent the fact that you, of all people, are implying that I’m lying. Did you forget who I am?”
He snarls at me. “I didn’t forget, but I think you did. I’m sure Mommy and Daddy will be real interested to know what’s going on here.”
“Shut the fuck up, Denny,” Chris yells at him before turning to me. “I’m sorry. I do need to talk to Miss Wells, though, just briefly, to clear this up,” Chris apologizes.
“She’s exhausted, but you guys don’t care about that now, do you? Fine, whatever. You keep Denny the fuck away from her, though.”
I spin on my heels and head back inside, snagging my cell phone on the way upstairs. I dial Wade’s number and wait for him to pick up.
“What the fuck, Banner? It’s 3 am.”
“I know. Tell that to the fucking rookie and Chris, who turned up ten minutes ago with a noise complaint for Sorrow.”
“Tell me you’re joking.”
“I sound like I’m laughing to you?”
“I’m on my way.”
“Don’t bother. I didn’t call to put you in the middle of this. I called for Olivia. I figured she could FaceTime Sorrow and act as her counsel that way. I’m just about to wake her up.”
“Wait, she’s at your place?”
“Yeah, dead asleep, so I’m pissed as hell I’m about to wake her up with this bullshit again.”
“Fuck this. I’m on my way. Olivia will stay on the line with you.”
“Wade—”
“Don’t bother arguing with him. He’s coming so Denny doesn’t push you into doing something you’ll regret.”
“I wouldn’t regret it.”
“No, but you’d leave Sorrow exposed, and that might be exactly what this asshole is hoping for.”
Chapter Seventeen
SORROW
