Page 93 of Icy Cold Death

Well, that was good to know.

Tori understood how a younger female cop would be under this asshole’s control.

In the police department, there was a hierarchy.

It was like that in the FBI, and the only reason she’d been okay was she’d worked with Elizabeth Blackhawk. No one went for her.

NO.

ONE.

The detective opened his little paper notebook.

“Now, from the beginning. Tell me how you knew there was a body.”

Tori leaned back in her seat as far as she could being handcuffed to the table.

She wasn’t telling him shit.

Yet.

It was time to play.

“Tell me how it feels to be on the cusp of losing your pension for breaking the law, Detective. Will that hurt? Because when I’m done, I’ll have your badge. Someone’s eating crow in two minutes.”

He laughed.

“I’ve heard that a lot. You don’t scare me. I’ve seen you on TV, Mrs. Littlemoon. A PI with a big mouth isn’t scary.”

If she had her phone, she’d be calling Elizabeth. Oh, and she’d revel in it too.

Tori held her own.

But she’d love to see this asshole weep.

When she opened her doors even more, she saw a woman standing behind the douchebag.

“He’s hurting. He lost me and he’s never been the same. I don’t know what got into him. He needs a hug. Oh, Jon, what are you doing?” the dead woman asked.

Somehow, she didn’t buy that. A dick was a dick was a dick. This was a cop who liked to use his power to hurt others. She’d bet many of his arrests were bogus.

There were good cops.

And there were wannabe good cops who lied to look decent.

He was the latter.

She was willing to bet his behavior got worse after his wife died. The man was definitely a cuntwaffle before.

“Know what should be scary, Jon?” she asked, using his first name.

He blinked.

“How did you know…?”

She didn’t let him continue.

“You’ve handcuffed four innocent women to a table. Two of which who just gave birth, and one who is pregnant. That’s going to look good in my lawsuit. This is going to look amazing in the sound bite I give the media.”

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