“Yeah, and I’m kind of in love with her,” I said, smiling to myself.
The room got quiet and Dean’s eyes burned holes into mine.
Liv placed a hand on his shoulder. “She said she got hit when someone was resisting arrest, that’s when he hit her, wasn’t it?”
“I believe so,” I answered, honestly. “I only know what she’s told me, and it’s not really much. But it’s enough to get my hackles up.”
Dean stood frozen, staring at me blankly, until Liv slid her hand down his arm and wrapped her fingers around his. “Dean?” she whispered up to him. “It’s not your choice, but we need to make sure she’s okay.”
“She needs to file a complaint with—” Dean began.
I nodded my head, and cut him off. “She did, this morning. And he was at her house by this afternoon, trying to get her thinking she’d only look bad if she pursued any kind of formal action against him.” I leaned back against the wall, exhausted. “She thinks she’ll lose her job for this.”
“She might,” Dean said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Not if we help her.”
His gaze dropped from mine. “You know, last year, Callie mentioned Anderson came on to her, maybe I could ask around and see if other women have had some run-ins with his brand of romance.” He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. “If we build up a bunch of inappropriate situations, maybe she’d have a fighting chance.”
