Chapter Twenty-Two
Piper stares at me like my forehead just sprouted a p***s.
“Chief Travis,” she says in her are you effing serious? voice. “You think Maxine Travis, one of the most successful women in the history of the PPD, is secretly a criminal mastermind?”
Hearing her skeptical tone, seeing her quizzical expression makes me realize how stupid it sounds, and my train of thought grinds to a halt. “You’re right,” I softly reply. “It’s nuts. Forget I said anything.”
Her face twists into a scowl. “Oh, no. You don’t get to just throw that out there and leave it at that. I told you my theories, even the stupid ones. Tell me why.”
I lean back, swig the last few drops from my Coke, and get my brain back on track. “When I was at the precinct, Captain Callahan said only five people—apart f
