Page 65 of Icy Cold Death

“Jon,” she said, following him toward the vehicle so that she could maybe work the case and he could go home and take some fiber to calm his colon down. “Why don’t you let me talk to the women? You can…,” she began, and immediately, she knew this was going to shit.

He hated women, and now, they had four ‘suspects’ who found the body.

This was going to be bad.

Her gut was screaming.

Jesus.

She had to get away from this guy, and this town. Immediately, she began praying for a miracle.

Before she could finish, he growled.

Like legitimately growled.

This was insanity.

He pointed at the car where the Littlemoon pain in the ass was.

“She’s a PI. I don’t buy for a single second that they are just here planning a wedding. I want them brought in, put in a cell, and held there.”

WHAT?

The women had been skiing. They’d checked their hotel alibi. They just arrived, and their jet arrival confirmed that. On top of that alibi, they lived on the other side of the country.

Jon was not looking at the facts. He was looking at the women as if they were the enemy because he wanted this case locked up by dawn so he could have the weekend off.

That was how he rolled.

She tried again, pointing out the facts. If they went to the DA with this, both of them were going to be fired, and that would make her finding another job so much more difficult.

“Jon, their alibis and stories check out. They’ve been here for a couple of hours. We got their flight information, and they flew in three hours ago. If they are PIs working on a case that’s pretty damn fast to find someone…”

He didn’t let her say anything more.

Why?

Honestly, he didn’t give a shit what some thirty-year-old wannabe detective thought. He’d been doing this a long time, and she needed to just look pretty and shut the fuck up.

It was difficult to contain his anger.

“How about this, Genesis? You let me do my goddamn job, and you just report back to the captain that I’m difficult. I’m retiring soon, so I don’t give a shit that they stuck me with some hot-shot woman who has visions of grandeur when it comes to being a detective. In my day…”

She cut him off.

“They had wheels of stone. I get it. You’re older than God. Bravo.”

He stared at her.

“Sarcasm?” he asked.

“Assholery?” she inquired right back.

He went red.

“Your daddy should have made you be a teacher, not a cop. He had no clue what he was forcing you into.”

Oh, she knew.

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