Chance…
Focus…
Papers and folders are strewn across the table. I try concentrating on the puzzle before me—everything I have on Rick Stevens. What am I missing…? I lean back in the chair and bring my hands up to rest behind my head. The image of Emma overtakes my consciousness for the thousandth time today—again, breaking my concentration.
Just the thought of her. I can feel her lips on mine, how her body teases, the sounds she makes—f**k, I’m in deep...
I stand up—focus, damn it. Pulling the chair away, I look down for a new angle. “What am I missing? Why is my lieutenant having Rick investigated?” I say to my empty apartment.
I pick up my phone and reread the last email from The Lieutenant. It is only one line:
“What is the connection between Mr. Rick Stevens and the girl?”
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