Page 53 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

“Okay, what is it?”

“You’ll find out when we get there,” I say pleased with myself.

We end up at the police headquarters, straight for the office of a lieutenant.

“I didn’t think the location was a police station,” Peter grumbles as we walk down the corridor. “You need to warn me before you bring me to a place of no return.”

I chuckle.

“Don’t worry, Peter. You’re not just an attorney. You’re a top attorney; a partner at my firm. If anyone is looking to get to you, they’ll have to go through me.”

He gives me a proud smile.

“This is why Savannah asked you to represent her,” he says.

“Why?” I look at him with raised brows.

Peter shrugs. “Nothing. I’m just saying I see it. You must have shown her this side of you. The protective side of Michael Stone.”

I stop in front of the office, turning to Peter. “The protective side?”

“Yup. There are three sides to you. The side that is kind and caring that everyone knows about. There’s the part of you that is hard, cold, and, dare I say…unfeeling. And there’s this,” he points at me.

I wonder how many sides Savannah has seen.

I knock twice and open the door.

I address the lieutenant, and we sit down when she offers us seats.

“Mr. Stone. What can I do for you this evening?”

I give her my winning smile. The same smile I give my clients in positions of power to let them know that I’m about to ask for a favor because they owe me.

“You know Elaine Rogers,” I ask.

“The hard-knockdetective.”

I raise a brow. “Hard-knock?”

She nods. “Yes. That is what everyone calls her. She’s all business, striving to get to the top.”

“Elaine Rogers’s colleagues have all attained higher positions than her. But she cracked a case two years ago that shot her to the detective post and she’s been looking for another win ever since.”

Peter makes a sound beside me and I nod slowly.

“I see. Anyway, she is the lead detective on a case involving someone who works at my firm.”

“I’ve heard,” she says.

“I need some information. Nothing off limits, but I don’t want to be left in the dark.”

“Okay. What do you want to know?”

“The murder weapon. How did they find it? Where? Why did it take them so long to get a warrant and why did the judge authorize it?”

She sighs.

“We had a tip. An anonymous caller sent us a picture of the knife in Miss Richmond’s house. They said they knew her personally, and they were a bit hesitant but thought justice should prevail.”

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