Miranda’s POV:
“A doctor?” Luca stared at me like I had my intestines leaking out of my head. “Why do you need a doctor?”
It’s been two days since the wall of evidence was set up. Two days since nothing had made sense to me. What do a top ranking politician, a police chief, a ceo, a chief judge and a dead surgeon have in common?
Simple answer, nothing.
And just last night I had a terrifying dream of shooting Luca in the knee. Terrifying because in it I was wearing yellow skinny jeans and a mesh top. Ew.
I met Luca’s exasperated gaze and refused to back down. “I need to rule out the fact that I do not have a plit personality or something that makes me do things and forget it,”
He folded his arms across his chest, his muscles straining against his white shirt. Curse him for having such
