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“Who was in charge of the bust?” I asked.

“Ramada and Chandler,” Carter answered.

I was up in seconds and moved some scattered books around before I found the file Benito had handed over to me. There, clear as day, was the last name on the lists. Aaron Chandler was thirty-six and was fired. Unlike Ramada, he didn’t get to keep the retirement package or even leave with pay. Everything they’d done together was placed on his shoulders. However, in the end, it was brushed under the rug, and he was able to go a free man.

Why hadn’t I killed him yet?A devilish smile and tempting eyes came to mind, and I was instantly hit with anger. The glass broke in my hand, and I stared down as it cut into my flesh. Something other than anger swirled in my chest. I shoved it all away.

No more distractions.

Guess it was time I finished the list. “Ramada’s partner was James Till. How in the hell were they the ones to bust Dillan?”

Blake looked at my bleeding hand and moved to grab a towel. I took it and placed it on the table, ignoring it and focusing on what was before me. Answers.

“Till was out on paternity leave. Ramada and Chandler were temporary partners,” Carter said.

No wonder I hadn’t put them together. They were in the same precinct but from what I had gathered, they were never together. I chastised myself for missing something that I normally would never overlook. Glaring mistakes one after another, all because I’d allowed myself to be distracted.

“Sir,” Blake said, pointing to my hand. “You should—”

“You two can leave.”

Carter pulled Blake, and they turned and headed for the door. They stopped just shy of leaving. “You want us back on Caster?”

Hearing his name sent a violent reaction through my body. I clenched my fist, and the glass pieces bit further into my flesh.

Yes.“No, he’s not important right now.” The lie was like ash on my tongue, but if I kept saying it, I was bound to believe it even when I buried him.