Page 67 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

“You seem to be forgetting my promise, young lady. I did say you wouldn’t go to prison, didn’t I? If I didn’t know better, I’d say you don’t believe in my abilities. And I am already doubting how much you trust me.”

“It’s enough,” she says, “to know that I have nothing to worry about.”

My heart does a super flip at her words and a proud smile tugs on my lips.

“Good,” I nod. “Now, let’s go see what he’s up to.”

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“Good day to you too, Ms. Rogers.”

I don’t have to be told that the detective doesn’t like me because her eyes that regard me with contempt do all the talking. However, I also know that her displeasure is a personal one because I have seen the general dislike that cops have for lawyers and it looks nothing like hers.

“Isn’t it nice to have the world in your pocket?” she asks in a biting tone.

“The world?” I ask, feigning ignorance.

“Where is she?” she asks.

I know she is talking about Savannah, whom I told to go ahead and deal with the procedures before seeing someone in holding. It was as if I knew I’d run into Elaine Rogers.

“Who?”

She frowns. “Don’t play dumb with me, Mr. Stone. I know you went to the higher-ups to request an audience with Mr. Windsor. But let me tell you this, Mr. Windsor is innocent. Once the time limit allowed to hold an innocent person is over, he will be released.”

“Because you have no evidence to keep him or because you want to get a promotion and you decide who gets put behind bars?” I say boldly.

“The murder weapon was found in her house. What other proof do I need?” She retorts.

I take a step forward, keeping my gaze trained on her. The detective might be intimidating to a lot of people, but I have been in a room with people a lot scarier than her.

“What is the issue here? The fact that your colleagues are now your superiors? Or that you feel insecure because you couldn’t reach the rank you wanted in a certain time frame? Or are you so desperate to win a case you will try to pin this on anyone to get a promotion?”

Steam comes out from her ears as her eyes flash with anger.

Easily riled up, I note. Bingo.

One more thing to use in court.

I hate to be the bad guy, but Elaine Rogers needs to be taught a lesson.

“I don’t care about rank or position. I am only doing my job and I will do it to the best of my ability. By following the law, Mr. Stone.”

I chuckle sardonically.

“The law, huh? Well, that’s alright. I also plan to follow the law. We just have to find out which of us can interpret it better.”

With that, I turn on my heels. I hear her hiss and I feel the anger from her coming my way, but it doesn’t faze me. I am not delusional enough to conclude that the ball is now in our court, but it is closer than it’s been in the past few weeks, and I plan to take advantage of it.

Savannah opens the door before I get to it, storming out. The scowl on her face tells me it didn’t go well.

“He’s denying it, right?” I ask, getting straight to the point.

She nods. “Yes, he is. The bastard. He says he didn’t do it and that if anyone offed Brandon, it was me.”

“And he looked you in the eye when he said those words, and it was all you could do to keep yourself from punching the glass that separated the two of you.”

She cuts me with a stare. “How did you know?”

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