Chapter 12
answers cut like black diamonds
skittering across the floor
It was nearing the end of most people’s workday when I got back to the police station. This time, when the big guy manning the front desk saw me he straightened and glared at me like I’d killed his best friend. And maybe I had. Indirectly, of course, but still.
I cleared my throat and approached, refusing to flinch under his gaze. “Detective Pearce? He’s expecting me.”
He made a face like he was chewing on something bitter but nodded. He picked up the phone and announced my presence. He pointed to some grimy seats by the wall and narrowed his eyes at me. “Take a seat, and keep your hands where I can see ‘em.”
I made some jazz hands and leaned defiantly against the wall by the entrance to the inner sanctum of the s
