Page 99 of Icy Cold Death

Not far away, Carolyne, his wife was wringing her hands in despair.

As he unlocked the cuffs, the whole time, he mumbled under his breath.

Tori heard him.

“Maybe don’t hang up on Elizabeth Blackhawk or handcuff innocent people,” she said. “That might be a good start to your day not being ruined.”

He undid the cuffs and stood there.

His boss was angry.

“You’re dismissed,” the captain ordered.

Now, Jon Wilkes looked shocked.

“What?”

He pointed.

“You’re suspended until this is reviewed. Go. Genesis will be handling this case.”

Somehow, she had the composure not to find the look on the older cop’s face amusing.

She didn’t laugh.

The woman deserved a medal—for a lot of reasons.

The first being that this man sucked.

When the cop walked out, slamming the door behind him, his dead wife followed. Normally, she liked to help the dead and living, but this cop.

Pass.

She wasn’t being nice. He’d pissed her off, and that was his problem, not hers.

Because it was negotiation time, and this police department was in some serious shit, the captain sat down across from them.

“I am very sorry.”

Tori rubbed her wrists, but said nothing to the man. She was going to use this to her advantage.

Mark.

Her.

Words.

Lucian did though.

“My clients are not amused. Do you know what the media would do to this? An out-of-control cop in this climate?” he said.

The captain tried.

“What can we do to make this not become a lawsuit? Tell me, and we’ll work to an agreement—if there is one. Do you want him fired? I can do that. Do you want her fired? Again, I can do that.”

She stopped him.

“No. She’s been decent. She came and let us out to use the bathroom last night, and snuck us candy bars for food. She isn’t the problem.”

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