Page 68 of Icy Cold Death

“Romances.”

He blinked.

“Are you famous?” he asked, suspiciously.

She shrugged.

“I guess. I’m just here to plan our friend’s wedding. You can look me up. I write.”

The female cop nodded.

Thank God for her.

“So you’re rich, huh?”

That didn’t offend her. She made enough money that she didn’t have to write anymore or work, but she loved being paired up with Hailey, and working.

It was exciting.

Like this.

“Yep,” she said.

The other detective simply nodded, and Bex was smart enough to know that she needed to let the woman guide her.

At her words, he pulled out his phone and handed it to Genesis.

“Look her up. I want to make sure she is who she says she is,” he barked.

Genesis knew he wouldn’t think some wealthy writer would be killing people. Plus, a romance writer was something he’d think was strictly female.

Jon was a chauvinist if nothing else.

“I am,” Bexley said. “Here’s my website,” she said, rattling it off.

Genesis recognized her, but she looked it up for her cranky partner.

When she found a picture on it, she handed him his phone.

“She’s legit,” she said.

That seemed to make him want to move on and not deal with her.

Well, that worked.

As he went to close the door, he paused.

“The woman in that cruiser, the pretty one. What does she do for a living?” he asked, practically barking.

Bexley was honest.

“She’s a homicide detective and she works cold cases for the Salem Police Department.”

That sent the rage flowing, so he slammed the door, surprising her.

“BULLSHIT. This all smells off. She’s too fucking pretty to be a cop. I hate this time and age. In my day, cops looked like cops.”

Genesis rolled her eyes.

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