I was dragged out of bed by a call from my lieutenant to check out the situation.
The doctor working in the emergency room didn’t think the victim would make it, but he’s on the road to a full recovery.
The perpetrator was covered in blood. I finally got him to confess. He’s already worked out a plea deal so Donald is useless to me at this point.
“The case is closed.” I turn to look at Donald. He’s a twenty-two-year-old troll who lives high on his folks’ money. “You’d think your buddy would have clued you into that by now.”
“I didn’t know anyone at that party.” He sticks to the same song-and-dance that first poured out of his lying mouth the night of the attack.
“Your cell phone records prove otherwise,” I seethe. “You’re not welcome here.”
“That’s for Tilly to decide, isn’t it?” He looks at her with obvious lust.
I want to jab a finger in each of his eye sockets.
“Leave now, Donald.” She steps closer to me, pointing at the door. “Our first date was our last date.”
“Your loss,” he quips. “I would have shown you the time of your life tonight.”
Her gaze meets mine as he leaves our apartment, slamming the door behind him.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Tilly
I needto stop with the dating apps. What the hell is wrong with me? I was about to have dinner, and then most likely sleep with a man who was involved in an attempted murder case.
I don’t care if he was a witness, an accomplice or if he was the person who did it.
The way Sebastian reacted to him was enough to make me want to cut Donald out of my life for good.
I can’t say I’m disappointed.
The only reason I agreed to a second date was that the kiss at the end of our first date held promise.
I almost let my libido guide me into bed with another jerk.
“I should probably run the name of every guy I’m about to go on a date with past you first,” I joke as I look at Sebastian’s face.
My attempt at humor to break the silence doesn’t work.
He’s still scowling. He hasn’t moved an inch even though Donald stormed out of the apartment at least three minutes ago.
“Where did you meet him?” he questions.
I’d bet my last dollar that Sebastian doesn’t have any dating apps on his phone. The man could walk out of our building without a shirt on, and he’d have a handful of potential fuck partners within seconds.
“On a dating app,” I confess. “We have a lot in common.”
“Like what?” His chin lifts.
Seriously? Do I need to answer that?
His silent stare tells me I do.
“He likes animals and since I’m a vet assistant, that matched up.” I stop and take a breath. “He’s a fan of Broadway musicals. You wouldn’t know that from looking at him, but he told me that he could score tickets to that new show that everyone is raving about.”
His gaze narrows. “You need to stay away from guys like that.”
