eighteen
Sheriff’s Department
March
Killian placed the latest piece of the puzzle with the others and leaned back to stare at the board. “Now, speak to me.”
“Talking to yourself again, Reade?” Dylan joked.
“Well, she’s not saying much,” Killian grimaced.
Dylan snorted. “Your evidence board is a female? I don’t believe I’ve heard that one before.”
“Stop being a d**k,” Killian groused. “When you look at what she’s offering, what do you see?”
Dylan stepped closer and reviewed each document. “Summer and Buster?”
“Aye,” Killian nodded. “Rusty’s …”
“Here,” his partner burst into the room, holding a folder aloft like a prize.
“Was I right?” Killian forced himself to remain calm and stay focused.
“You are one lucky SOB,” Rusty grunted. “You know that right?”
“Absobloodylutely.” Killia
