Page 94 of Icy Cold Death

He paused for a second.

She saw the cracks.

Tori Littlemoon could hold her own in a courtroom or in an interrogation room. She’d been in plenty during her career in the FBI.

“Yeah, you put two mothers who couldn’t pump food for their children in a cage, and one who is pregnant with a room full of vagrants who could have a myriad of diseases. When I’m done, Detective, I’m going to own you. I don’t care that Carolyne kept you in check.”

At her name, his eyes went huge.

“I don’t care that she made you muffins and let you vent at night to get that rage out. Screw her carrot cake muffins, and screw you when I cost you your job. You’re the problem, Detective. I’m the wrong woman to burn.”

The other ladies enjoyed the show.

Bishop didn’t have to do the heavy lifting on this one. There was no doubt her husband was close.

Tori planned everything for maximum impact.

He blinked.

“How did you…?”

She looked over at the other detective and ignored him.

“Detective Manning, I need you to dial this number for me, if you will.”

Oh, hell, she would.

Genesis was enjoying the show. She warned this man, but he didn’t want to listen. Now, the sparks were about to fly, and he was the one looking worried.

“Sure.”

Tori rattled it off.

It was Elizabeth’s personal number, and she would bail a girl out. Even with the men coming, she wanted this cop shitting his pants.

When it rang, Genesis put it on speaker and moved closer.

“YO.”

Tori knew she didn’t have much time.

“Elizabeth, it’s me.”

She paused.

“Uh-oh. Why are you calling me from an area code across the country, Tor?” she asked.

The man in the room bristled.

“Who the fuck is that?” the older cop asked.

That was all it took.

Elizabeth could read a room, even if she couldn’t see a room. Someone’s bestie was in trouble.

She handled that one.

“I’m Deputy Director of the FBI, Elizabeth Blackhawk, shit for brains. Who the hell are you?” she asked.

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