Chapter Twenty-Nine
Dottie’s footsteps echoed through the hall. Weston stared at him grimly. “Why don’t you start with Lawson you dumbass? Did you ever look at the dossier I gave you?”
Motherfucker.
Shamefaced, Travis shook his head.
Weston pushed open his office door. “How the hell you became police chief when you’re so stubborn and hard-headed is beyond me.” A moment later he came back with a folder. “Open it.”
Travis shook his head. “Elaine first. I want to know everything.”
Weston eyed him critically. “Are you sure? I don’t want you using this s**t against her.”
Weston might as well have kicked him in the balls for the pain that burst through him at his accusation. A tendril of fear curled through him. He wanted to know. Wanted to believe her. At the same time, confirmation that
