“Not any more than she told us on the phone. I’m sorry, Sin, but we’ll find her.”
I run my hands over my face. “What if I confess? Give this person what they want, take the bait. Do you think they’ll let her go?”
“Confess to something you didn’t do?”
“How can you be so sure?’ I pull on the lapels of his jacket. “I forgot a year of my life, before Willow. I was in an accident, and I forgot. What if I did something and I forgot?”
He tips my chin up till I'm meeting his gaze. “Sin, listen to me, I don't know how I know it, but I do. My hands find their way to his face, and before he can stop me, I’m tugging him toward me, pressing my lips to his. Stars form behind my eyes when our lips connect.
“I always wanted to know what that feels like.” I giggle.
He soothes a hand over my hair and face. "So did I, but this isn't the time or state I want to kiss you in."
“So, youdowant to kiss me?” He growls and stands. He leans forward and wraps a hand around my back and another under my thighs as he lifts me.
He pushes the front door open and carries me into the house, settling me on the couch. He covers me with one of the throws, tucking me in, the way I tuck in Willow and Gracie.
"Trust me, Sinclair," he whispers as I close my eyes and let the sleep I've been fighting take me. “When I do kiss you, and I will, it’ll be unforgettable.” I feel a soft kiss on my forehead, and I wonder if it's a dream.
Chapter 26
Creed
This case is spiralling out of control, and the right thing to do is to take myself off it. I can still work it on my own, but there is no way in hell I can stay away from Sin, not after last night. The Morgan case is a dead end. I suspected Cohen, but he's clean, has a solid alibi. The man may be a cheating asshole, but a killer, he is not. Then there is the fact that there isn't a body. What if whoever took her, wants people to believe she is dead? I have played all the scenarios in my head, and yet none of them tell me where Sin's daughter is or why somebody would take her. Who could hate Sin that much? I scour her social media accounts, to which she's willingly given the police the login. Messages of love and support continue to flood in. There is even aGoFundMerunning to raise money to cover her legal fees. I shut down my laptop and decide that there is no time like the present.
Captain Green sits at his desk, a stoic expression on his face as he scours through the paperwork. I knock once.
“Come in,” his voice booms across the small office and filters out into the open planning resulting in several of my colleagues looking up in amusement.
“Captain.” I greet him.
"Sit down, Jameson. I'm in the middle of Willis's crappy paperwork." Boy, do I know how my partner files paperwork.
“You want to tell me what the hell is going on in that Finley case? Willis says the kid is missing? Thought you had a handle on this.”
“That’s why I’m here, Cap, I -”
"Spill it. Don't waste my time." He still hasn't looked at me, and a part of me is relieved.
“I want off the Finley case.”
Captain Green stops what he’s doing and peers at me over his glasses.
“And why would that be?”
I don’t know how to explain it. I’m not really involved with Sin, but there is something there. Something I know could jeopardize this case.
“I think I’m getting too attached to the case.”
"Or is it that spicy Mrs. Finley? I've heard the men talking."
"Cap, there isn't anything going on between us. Not yet, at least, but I find myself getting too involved."
“Do you remember why you joined the force?”
I nod. “I wanted to do the right thing, serve justice.”
“Has that changed?”
