“Yeah, a handful of us are on the case.” He clears his throat before adding, “Probably something we should’ve been doing from the start.”
“Don’t need you chimin’ in,” I grunt. “I need to see her.”
“Then I suggest you pick up the phone and call her. She isn’t here, by the way, it’s her morning off. There’s nothing I can do. Sorry, Haze.”
He doesn’t sound very sorry.
I hang up, fuming.
I don’t dial her. She won’t take my calls, anyway... So I dial Cameron Sinclair. Of course, like a fucking pussy, he doesn’t answer.
Just as I hang up, the phone rings. I frown when I see Rip is the one calling.
“What?” I bark.
“Just checkin’ in. We’re watchin’ Willow.”
I frown. Yep, just learned that she’s not in the office from goddamn Carl.
I run a palm over my hair. Of course, I could’ve checked the tracker I put under her car a week ago, but I didn’t think to do that, being it’s parked in the fucking parking lot. She must’ve taken another vehicle.
“Which vehicle does she have?”
Rip reels off the number plate. A fucking undercover cop car. She thinks she’s clever.
“She went in a few minutes ago. Hot yoga.”
Hot yoga?
“By herself or with Payden?”
“With Audrina and the baby. They have daycare.”
Willow and Audrina bonded during her time undercover, so this isn’t out of the ordinary.
Technically, it’s Willow’s day off, but I know she’ll be at the office soon enough. She won’t be letting any of this slide.
“I’m headin’ over there,” I say. My gut is nagging at me and I don’t know why. Then I spot Hally through the glass, walking toward a patrol car. Alone.
Well, if Willow wants to play good cop, bad cop, I guess I’ll draw the short straw. Without thinking twice, I jog out toward her. “Hally?” I call as she’s about to disappear into the driver’s seat. “Wait up!”
She bobs her head up over the roof and waves at me. “Oh, hey, Haze, how’s it goin’?”
Her tone is innocent enough.
“You got a second?”
“I was just going out to grab lunch for the team, what’s up?”
I climb into the passenger seat. “I’m headin’ that way. We can talk as we go.”
She blinks in surprise. “What way? I didn’t say where I was going.”
I decide to go with honesty. Sort of. “I need to talk. It’s about Willow.” I don’t mean this, but I need her on my side, “and I don’t know who to trust.”
“Okay. Is everything alright?”
I hope she just starts the fucking car and doesn’t question why I’m basically hi-jacking her in broad daylight. “Everything’s fine. Just some shit went down.”
