She knew that would rile him up.
Half of the fun of being married to this many men was stirring the pot. It made the sex that much more interesting.
And she liked a stirred-up man.
She was crazy like that.
His reply was just a bunch of laughing emojis, and she wasn’t the least bit surprised. Chris liked Zane as a person, but they had opposite ME styles, and that made Chris crazy.
In her world, variety was the spice of life. Look at the four people she was‘married’to.
As Ivan parked, she got ready to do her thing. It wasn’t going to be easy, and she hoped the two detectives kept their yaps shut.
As they all got out, security surrounded them, and she gave them all the hairy eyeball. They were up in her business, literally and figuratively. She could smell Uriel’s cologne, and it smelled vaguely like Rayna’s perfume.
That was way too close to her body.
“Guys. We’re at a police precinct. Take a break. Ivan, back down. Get a coffee with Raph and Uriel. I’m going to be good. I think I’m safe one hour in.”
He hesitated, but it wasn’t like she wasn’t right. She could kick the shit out of a few detectives if they got angsty and hold her own with cops.
Besides, it wasn’t like the killer was going to waltz right up to her and shake her hand.
Right?
Not on day one.
“Behave,” he warned, anyway.
There was a coffee shop next door, because cops and donuts were a thing—much like Marines and coffee.
As the detectives approached, she was to the point.
“If I can’t talk him into letting us keep the case, I’m sorry. We’ll tell you what to do, but if they aren’t being murdered by the person collecting eyeballs, I don’t have jurisdiction for someone who likes humping corpses.”
Thank.
Freaking.
God.
That was a small miracle.
“If he tells me that you’ll handle it, I don’t have the leverage to make that happen. There’s no way I can get a Federal judge to tap dance all over this.”
Tora was bummed.
She knew she might never get another chance to work with the FBI, let alone this specific team. They were the gold standard in investigation, and that was as close to getting into the FBI that she was going to get.
“What if we carefully omitted that one part of the information at first? Mac and I were talking. We can leave it out of the report, and that’s on us. Not you. What if we were willing to take the heat in order to find the victims and get justice? Even if this is just a sexual crime, the women deserve to have peace in death.”
She stood there.
It was rare she trusted cops.
Oh, they burned her a great deal, and this was asking her to put it all on the line.
“Give me a second. I need to talk to my team,” she admitted. “Then, we’ll give you an answer.”
