The door to the women’s room opened, and out came a pale-faced Allie, looking much worse for wear than when she’d left. Krista pushed in closer to the window so Allie had an easy escape if she needed to flee again.
“How about Wendy and I work on figuring out what Myles has on the staff sergeant?” Marlise offered. “Krista, you and your man and his brothers work on Myles’s background some more, keep digging. Now that you have our statements, we can get to other females in the precinct and see if they have anything to add. We need to go en masse to HR. The more women the better. And Wendy’s roommate has agreed to represent us.”
Wendy nodded. “Stella is a shark in the courtroom.”
Krista fixed Allie with a look. “It’s going to be difficult, but are you prepared to give a statement about the rape?”
Allie looked like she was going to be sick again. But she swallowed, put her fist to her mouth and nodded. “Anything to make him pay.”
They all locked eyes around the table, fire and fury igniting inside them.
Senior Constable Slade was going to pay dearly.
Chapter 18
Back at work after lunch, Krista’s mind raced.
A fucking serial rapist was on the loose.
And he was a cop.
A serial rapist cop.
Something had to be done. Myles couldn’t be allowed to hurt anyone else.
Tears welled up in Krista’s eyes as she stared at the contact list of her phone. She needed to talk to Brock. Not only because she wanted to fill him in on what she and the other women had talked about, but also because she just needed to hear his voice.
She got up from her desk and wandered to Mallory’s empty office. Mallory was away for the afternoon, and Krista wanted more privacy than her cubicle allowed.
“Hey,” Brock answered. “I was just about to call you.”
Krista hiccupped as more tears filled her eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Brock asked, his tone laden with fear. “Is it the baby? Is it Slade? What’s wrong?”
She shook her head and swallowed hard. “No. The baby’s fine. I’m fine … I just needed to talk to you.”
There was silence on the other end for a moment. “You want me to come to you?” he finally asked.
“No. I’m okay. I just had lunch with the girls, and Allie gave us some pretty terrible news.” She proceeded to fill Brock in on what Allie had told them.
By the time she was finished, her eyes burned and her cheeks were wet.
“That motherfucker.” Brock growled. “Doesn’t deserve to live.”
“We’re going to get him,” Krista said though sniffles. “We can’t let him get away with this.”
“We will, baby, we will,” he said. “You’re okay, though?”
Her heart ached just a little less at how concerned he was for her. He really was trying. He really did care.
He was quiet for a moment again, but she took the opportunity to dab at her eyes with a tissue and collect herself. She had to walk past half a dozen desks to her own, and red-rimmed eyes would certainly draw attention. “The timing kind of sucks,” he finally said, “but I was actually just going to call you.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, what are your plans tonight?”
“No plans. Why?”
