Page 72 of Innocent Intent

“One would be accurate. I met a friend last night, and we decided to get further acquainted at her place. Can’t say I’m disappointed either.”

Davis groaned and then chuckled lightly. “Spare me the details. I need a favor if the offer still stands?”

“I don’t know, Davis. My jaw is still a little tender.” Reese’s tone was light, so Davis smirked.

“That’s on you. You can’t blame me for you being a dick.”

“No, I can’t, can I? I guess I’ll hold up my end of the deal. What do you need?”

“A warrant.” He paused, thinking about accessing Tia’s phone records, before another thought entered his head. “Two, actually. Was going to see if you could help expedite them.”

“Finally got something solid with the Williams case?”

“That’s what I’m hoping, but I need to do a little more digging before I know for sure. That’s going to require access to phone and bank statements.”

“Got it. Let me head home, shower, and change. Then I’ll be on my way. You at the precinct now?”

“I am, but I was kinda hoping to get this done a little quicker than that. You think you could swing by here first?”

“Well, shit. Not only are you cashing in, but you’re preventing me from washing my ass in the process.”

Davis tensed again. “Wait, never mind. Maybe you should head home first.”

Reese chuckled amusedly. “You guys are safe. I took a quick shower at her place before I left, which may or may not have continued last night’s activities. For the most part, I’m decent. Just in yesterday’s clothes, so I’m a little wrinkled.”

“I don’t think that will matter all that much.”

“I damn sure hope not if you want those warrants sooner rather than later. It’s best to catch DA Greene before her day starts, or you might not get them for a few days. If you can force her hand now, I’d be willing to bet you’ll have them before lunch.” He paused. “With my help, that is. I’m kind of her favorite.”

Davis was more than willing to take the ribbing if it meant getting those warrants in hand. There was no telling how long it would take for the cell companies to hand over their records, but he felt confident he could get her banking information today as long as the banks were local. He would reach out to Cassidy to find that out. She had a record of what banks Tia used if she paid Tia.

“You slept with Greene, didn’t you?”

“I won’t say yes because that would be incriminating myself, but I won’t say no, either, because that would be, well, you know . . .”

Davis shook his head, smiling. “Well, maybe you should go home to change because if that’s what it takes to get those warrants, I want you to be presentable . . .”

“What the hell, Davis! Are you seriously considering pimping me out for warrants?”

“I won’t say yes because I might not get what I need, but I won’t say no, either.”

Reese laughed hard and loud. “Who the hell would have guessed the office asshole has a sense of humor. You might fit it in around here, after all. ETA twenty. Meet me at her office.”

“Done, and thanks for this.”

“Oh, don’t thank me just yet, Davis. You’re gonna owe me big for this.”

Davis groaned under his breath as he ended the call. Either way, he couldn’t really complain. He was getting what he needed out of the deal, and if that meant being indebted to Reese, he’d still consider it a win.

“Here you go, Detective Davis. Copies of all Ms. Murphy’s transactions for the past six months. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

Davis accepted the stack of papers from the associate and quickly scanned them to make sure it was what he needed. Once he felt sure, he lifted his eyes to her. “Can you check to see if she also has a safe deposit box?”

He’d only requested the transactions from any savings and checking accounts from the bank Cassidy used to pay Tia monthly. There had been two. One when she first began working for Cassidy and a second that she switched to a little over a year ago. Davis served warrants to both banks, hopeful that he could find anything connecting Tia to Niles or Jerrod outside of the interactions she’d admitted to.

“No problem. Let me check for you real quick.” The associate walked toward the door with Davis in tow. She paused at a podium with a computer atop it and began pecking on the keyboard. After a few minutes, she shook her head.

“No safe deposit boxes. Only the checking and savings accounts. Is there anything else?”

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