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“Because he believes that she might’ve had something to do with it. He thinks that it’s because of the organized crime bill that he’s sponsoring,” Daniels said.

I snorted. “I’ve already followed all of the protocols here. I’ve investigated her purchase history. You can literally corroborate everything that she said to us. Even down to the defective ice maker she purchased.”

“We investigate her,” Daniels ordered.

That’s when I knew that I was done.

I couldn’t do this job anymore.

I didn’t fucking like getting to the point where I hated this job, but that was where I was at.

Though, I’d finish out this case first.

“Whatever you say, boss,” I said carefully.

Hopefully neutrally.

John’s snort had me realizing that I hadn’t quite accomplished it.

The fact that I thought he was a dumbass likely came through my voice.

Daniels shot me a look, but he didn’t say anything, because he and I both knew he needed me.

Maybe my earlier thought of him being a good guy wasn’t very warranted.

Or maybe his hands were tied.

Whatever the reason, I didn’t like this, and I no longer trusted my boss.

“The judge approved around-the-clock surveillance on her place,” he said. “He also approved wiretaps and cell phone records. I want to know everything there is to know about this woman.”

Of course he did.

“Anyone find out where she lives yet?” Daniels asked the group.

“Actually, yeah,” John said, shooting me an apologetic glance. “She lives in the apartment next door to Haze.”

“Then we’ll set up surveillance at your place,” he said, eyes happy as fuck.

I narrowed my eyes. “Then you’ll pay my rent until we get this case solved.”

“Done,” he exclaimed, though he didn’t sound happy about it.

But it did work out for me, because I didn’t like the idea of anyone else having that close of an eye on her but me.

“You’ll let me and John handle it, because there’s no way in hell I’m letting anyone else into my apartment when I’m not there,” I added.

I could see that he wanted to argue, but all of them knew that I was a private guy.

None of them had been to my apartment, and I really didn’t want to change that now.

“That’s fine, as long as you share whatever you find relevant with us,” he agreed. “I want her followed everywhere. I have a few cops that I was considering pulling up into the detective ranks anyway, so we can get their feet wet by allowing them to play babysitter duty.”

“I want to know when she goes to her brother’s place. Her sisters. The coffee shop her sister owns needs to be under surveillance. Any place that she goes, pull all camera feeds if they’ll cooperate. I want to know what she buys. What she eats. I want it all,” he finished.

This wasn’t like Daniels.

He didn’t usually jump on a suspect like this.

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