The job should be reason enough.
Most of the detectives in homicide are married to it. Those that have someone at home waiting for them are the lucky ones. They found a lover willing to put up with the long hours, moderate pay and emotional demons that haunt every one of us.
I stopped looking for a woman who would tolerate this bullshit years ago.
“What’s her name?” I ask because he looks like a kid who just raided a candy store. The smile on his face is a testament to how much he loves his girlfriend.
“Remy.”
“I’d say Remy could do better.” I lean my forearms on my desk. “But she could do worse too.”
He huffs out a laugh. “I’m the best man for her. She knows it.”
I turn my attention back to my computer screen. If she loves him as much as he loves her, they’ll stand a chance. That’s if he doesn’t let the job become his mistress. Once that happens his happily-ever-after will be out of his reach.
“What the hell, Donald?”I stare in disbelief at the asshole sitting on the sofa in my living room.
Matilda’s living room? Our living room? It doesn’t fucking matter.
Donald Crimpton jerks to his feet. “Detective Wolf? How? Why?”
“Sebastian?” Matilda’s voice comes at me from the left.
I instinctively stalk toward her, blocking her body from Donald’s view.
It’s a smart move considering the fact that she’s wearing a killer red dress and matching heels.
The neckline of the dress is low enough to give both Donald and me a perfect view of the top of her tits.
I swear to fuck I’m in the middle of a nightmare right now, but I’m wide-awake. It’s just past seven o’clock, and I’m finally home after a long day filled with paperwork and false leads.
“What’s going on?” Matilda asks. “Do you two know each other?”
I look down at her. “Do you two know each other?”
She nods. “We’re about to go on our second date.”
“You’re not going anywhere with him,” I say gruffly.
Her blue eyes widen as her hands fall to her hips. “Excuse me? What’s the problem, Sebastian?”
“I answered all your questions two months ago, Detective Wolf.” Donald squeaks from somewhere behind me. “How did you know I’d be here? Is Tilly working undercover or something? Is she wearing a wire? I’m pretty sure my lawyer would say that’s entrapment.”
I fist my hands at my side, not bothering to turn around to face him. “I live here, asshole.”
“You’re kidding.” He snorts out a nervous laugh. “Since when?”
“He moved in a few days ago.” Matilda tries to move around me but I take a step to the side to block her. “What’s going on?”
“You moved in here because of my case?” The piece-of-trash asks. “I didn’t see anything, Detective Wolf. You’re wasting your time if you think I’m going to confess to witnessing an attempted murder.”
“A what?” Matilda grabs hold of my forearm. “What the hell is he talking about?”
I exhale harshly, pissed that she’s been dragged into the shittiest part of my life.
“I was at a party where a guy got hit over the head.” Donald moves to stand next to me. “Detective Wolf is convinced I saw something. I didn’t.”
He did. I know full well he did because there’s cell phone footage of him leaving the bedroom where the assault occurred after the 911 call was made. The caller, who was at the party, reported hearing a fight.
