Page one: his license plate and some random notes.
Page two: blank.
I’ve been too busy collecting Vitaly to give this one proper attention.
Until now.
I flip it open and the world tilts.
Tucked between page one and two, is the exact pair of panties I was looking at the first time I spotted him.
They’re folded neatly.
My breath stalls.
Because written in glitter pen?
My glitter pen?
You missed something. I take my coffee black. And I like to be watched too. - R
He was in my house. In my bedroom.
That’s not casual stalking.
That’s soulmate-level commitment wrapped in felony breaking-and-entering.
My pulse is hammering so loud I almost don’t hear my own moan.
I flip the notebook shut, open my laptop with shaking hands, and punch his plate into the runner.
I type the numbers.
Hit enter.
Wait.
Results load like a striptease.
Name: Reid Calloway
Address: Some shithole apartment in the city
Occupation: Detective, Major Crimes Division
Badge #: 4782
Status: Active
Notes: IA investigation 2021: excessive force. Case closed. Charges dropped.
IA investigation 2022: evidence tampering. Case closed. Lack of evidence.
There are more.
All closed.
Translation: filthy, dirty, gorgeous cop who gets away with it.
