“Seriously?”
“Yes,” Monroe snapped.
“Remember whose land you’re on. Show respect,” I retorted, and both Feds frowned.
“Respect is earned,” Sully quipped.
“Yeah, and you haven’t gained mine. However, my club’s bent over backwards for you and your team. Don’t forget,” I growled out.
Monroe inclined his head in acknowledgement. Amy broke the standoff when she entered the room. She was pale but composed.
“Miss Wright, how are you?” Monroe asked.
“I’m managing,” Amy replied honestly.
“We’re sorry to bother you, but would you mind looking at some pictures? We’d like to know if you recognise anybody,” Sully said.
“Sure.” Amy glanced at me for reassurance, and I moved next to her.
“Vortex, these are for Amy’s eyes only,” Sully stated apologetically.
“I’m not moving. Amy needs support, and she has it.”
Sully and Monroe swapped glances. “Fine. Please don’t discuss this with anyone or the images.”
I sent them a glance that would have made lesser men flinch. Surprisingly, they both met and held my glare.
“Here,” Monroe said, handing Amy some pictures.
I watched as Amy studied each one carefully. They were all young, dark-haired men.
“No, I don’t recognise anybody. Sorry.”
“Please check again,” Monroe asked.
Sully’s phone rang, and he moved away to take the call. While Amy rechecked the images, I glanced at Sully. His body stiffened, and he appeared angry. He barked down the phone and didn’t seem to like the reply. Sully hung up, and I guessed bad shit must have happened.
“No. None of them are familiar. Should they be?” Amy said.
“We needed you to confirm that. Thank you,” Monroe replied and checked his partner.
Clearly interpreting Sully’s body language, Monroe thanked Amy, and they took their leave.
“Something happened, didn’t it?” Amy whispered as she watched them walk out.
“Yeah.” I was already texting Inglorious when he sent me a message. I read it and felt a chill run down my spine.
“What is it?” Amy demanded.
“Nicole Tompson was killed. She was the lady who broke both her legs. She died in a freak accident,” I replied. “Willow just found out. It’s being treated as suspicious.” There was no way to break this to Amy gently.
“Is death hunting us like in that film?” Amy gasped.
“Nope. But something is definitely wrong. Inglorious has asked Willow to meet us.”
“Hopefully she’ll have some answers,” Amy said.
I could only hope so too.
