“That’s different, Chip is a fucking moron.” I sling my bag over my shoulder as Allison smirks.
“There’s my best friend I know and love. Come on, let’s go tell the police about your stalker.”
“God, when you say it like that…”
“I don’t know how you lived this so long without telling anyone, without tellingme!”
“We’ve been through enough together. I didn’t want to add on.”
“Blasphemy. It’s my job as your best friend to take on whatever it is you’re dealing with, G. I owe you so much.”
“Stop saying that. No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do.” She stops, turns to me, and stares into my eyes with her dark, commanding ones. “What you did for me, for us, is the only reason I am who I am; stop diminishing that fact.”
“Stop glorifying my murder of an innocent man.”
“You don’t know he was innocent,” she counters.
“And you know he wasn’t?”
“No. I’m just saying. You’ve built this man up in your head like a fucking saint. What if he was a rapist? What if he beat his meat to goat videos?”
I can’t help the laugh that flutters out. “What is the matter with you?”
She smirks widely. “A lot. We don’t have time for me to regale you with the list today, however.”
She unlocks her car, and I slide into the luxurious feel of the rich leather. Her car is pristine, every detail looking brand new. We both make good money, but she chooses to flaunt it, where I’ve always chosen to burrow mine away in savings like a squirrel preparing for winter.
When we get to the precinct, Officer George is the first face I see. He’s manning the front desk, of all places.
He looks up, laughing a little awkwardly at seeing me here. “Hey, Greer.”
“Is this the officer you’ve been dealing with?” Allison asks, her tone soured into full-on lawyer mode.
“Yeah, actually. It is.” I narrow my eyes at the man, and he stands.
“Let me just get someone for you.”
“Your captain,” Allison scolds.
“Right. I’ll get the captain.”
“I think he peed a little,” I whisper. “You love to throw all that power around, don’t you?”
“It makes my lady dick hard. Not gonna lie.”
I fight a smirk as a tall, broad man with dark hair and vintage round-framed glasses walks up. He can’t be more than mid-forties, and he’s a sight for sore eyes.
“Ladies. Officer George has caught me up to speed on what he’s been helping you with in recent weeks. What can I do for you?” He puts his hand out toward Allison, sussing out the lawyer in the room immediately. It’s like watching two lions in a pissing contest when she offers her hand to him with a disgusted look on her face. “Captain Leigh.”
“Allison Cheney, Esquire.”
“TheAllison Cheney?” the captain asks, and their dance of domination continues another round.
Officer George has scurried off, and he and another officer are whispering, both seeming concerned.
“The one and only. My client here has been dealing with your office for quite some time and feels she’s getting nowhere. With a stalker running around the streets of Oakland, I’d think you’d want to lend her any help you could, but her encounters have only escalated without any answering assistance from you or your officers.”
