Chapter Thirty
Alex
I almost threw my phone against the wall. Rex Masters looked at me from across his desk at the police station in Willow Brook. “Woman troubles?” he asked with a wry grin.
I leaned back in the chair where I sat in his office and ran a hand through my hair. “Why is she f*****g not answering my calls?” I asked.
Rex gave me a sympathetic look, and I hated it. “Obviously, I can’t answer that. I can only tell you she didn’t actually block your number.” I’d stopped by the police station to ask Rex if there was any way to tell if a number was blocked. He’d done me a favor and checked, only to learn Delilah hadn’t blocked me. That just meant she was doing a fantastic job of ignoring every call and text from me.
“I know, Rex.”
At that moment, there was a knock on his door.
