“That’s quite the accusation there, Miss Myers,” he said. “If I had known you had such an imagination, I wouldn’t have wasted your talents by simply hiring you as my assistant.”
Most people might have heard the cold in his words—the edge that was there too—and decided against continuing to push.
But most people weren’t Eve.
She pushed her chair back and stood.
Compared to the White Knight of Small-town Living, the woman dressed in plain jeans and a fuzzy sweater seemed to suddenly tower over them all.
It only added to the sudden change in demeanor when she lightly laughed.
“What can I say? You were right about me, Scott. It turns out Iamgood at thinking on my feet. That’s how I found your flight logs, Toby. All of them.”
Without waiting for a reaction, Eve turned and walked right out of the meeting room.
It gave Darius full view of the men sitting across the table from him.
Toby was confused, quiet with it too. The pen he had been fiddling with lay forgotten beneath his hands.
Scott was also quiet.
But his stare was burrowing a hole into Darius.
Whatever the White Knight of Small-town Living was feeling…it wasn’t good.
Chapter Eighteen
There was a lot that was said in the department after that. Eve, thankfully, heard little to none of it while sitting in Darius’s office with Winnie. The younger woman shared a bag of cookies with her while Theo, his father the sheriff, Winnie’s father the deputy, and Darius were going room to room, doing who knew what.
All Eve did know was that she was in deep trouble no matter how she looked at what she had done.
Sometime within their stay inside of Darius’s office, Eve let out a sigh that was loud, long and filled with defeat.
“I’m doomed,” she said. “Big doomed. Doomed bad. Badly doomed. The worst doomed.”
Winnie had been poring over information on her laptop, forgotten cookie hovering over the trackpad while she did so.
At this stream of exclamations, she looked up.
“I’ve seen this department come together and protect each other before, even against some pretty scary odds. No matter what Mr. Keys decides to do, they won’t let anything happen to you or Mitchell.”
Eve lolled her head to the side to look at the girl head on.
“I wasn’t talking about this business with Scott, Toby and the hired hitpeople.”
It took Winnie a second, but she finally clued in. A small smile turned up the corner of her lips.
“You’re afraid of Detective Williams,” she clarified. “Because you basically told the bad guys that you knew they were bad and exactly what evidence you had to prove it.”
Eve dropped her head down and huffed.
“It wasn’t like I was planning to do it,” she defended. “It just kind of came out.”
That was as true as a truth could be. Sitting there across from Scott with his fancy shoes and Toby with his nonchalant attitude had been grating. But not for the reasons it should have been.
Scott had requested to talk to herandDarius to threaten them. To threaten her. To fire her and make a show of it.
And he’d brought Toby to do it.
