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“And?” Amra held back her surprise. The connection made sense given what they had found in Chester’s and Marcus’ files. She was shocked he got this far.
He let out a breath. “They weren’t. But her law firm represented them. The only outlier is the female vic that was found on Route 160. I’m waiting to hear back on her ID to see if this connection is a waste of time or she helps fill in the blanks.”
Or there was no real rhyme or reason and your partner killed her to throw us off.
She kept that tidbit to herself.
“This can’t be a jealousy thing.” He rubbed his jaw. “And as narcissistic as you claim not to be, this can’t be about him not wanting you either.” He stood to his full height, stretching his body and putting himself closer to her.
She deeply inhaled, but kept her reactions as natural as she could, even though her body wanted to curl back into him.
“Why you got a hard on for him? You wouldn’t answer me last night, but it is curious. Why do you want him to be guilty?”
She shook her head. Why couldn’t he see it?
Was she being a little too eager to make him guilty of these crimes? Maybe, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t dangerous and there wasn’t something off about him.
“Did they confirm time of death for Denise Miller?” she crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for him to figure it out—to see what lay hidden.
He nodded. “And before you ask your next question, Alvarez was with me last night. We were all together, remember?”
His tone took on a lit that made her want to punch him in his throat. As if he was explaining things to a small child and not an actual adult.
“You guys weren’t together all night,” she snapped. He very much could have killed her before they met up at Luther’s. It wasn’t out of the realm of possibilities.
Martin leaned forward. “But he was. We went to the gym, grabbed something to eat after, and then went to Luther’s. It’s our routine.”
Amra eyed him closely as he spoke. The level and tone of his voice never wavered but there was a slight twitch in his jaw. It was small, had she blinked she would have missed it. It was his only tell.
Jordan Martin was lying about spending time with Alvarez.
The question was, why?
ChapterTwenty-Seven
Silva locked the gym doors behind her. She rushed toward the locker rooms, letting her duffle bag fall to the floor. She contemplated taking a quick shower. Did it make sense? She would only get sweaty again. Her day had turned to complete chaos after meeting up with Santino. She was supposed to shower and change after he dropped her off, but she made the mistake of sitting on her couch for what was supposed to be only a moment and ended up falling asleep instead.
She was grateful she didn’t have the nightmare again, and her body clearly needed the shut eye. But sleeping well past the time she was supposed to drop by her job and run the rest of her errands wasn’t ideal either. It threw off her whole day. She liked things precise when she had errands to run, and now she felt like she was scrambling. She was half-tempted to text Santino to tell him to forget it.
But there was a tiny voice in her head that stopped her. She wanted to spar with him and knew once he was aware she wasn’t canceling for something serious; he’d tease her about chickening out. Her ego wouldn’t allow that.
Silva took a quick whiff of her pits and let out a sigh. “Shower it is.”
She rummaged through her bag and pulled out her towel and body wash. She checked the time on her phone; she still had about forty minutes before Santino showed up. The idea of him being here with her made her heart jump into her throat.
This would be the first time they’d be behind closed doors with no one watching and nothing really to interrupt them.
Nothing to help me say no.
She shivered, remembering how well he fit against her, how delicious it felt to kiss him and to be consumed by him. How would the sex be between them? Great, probably. The underlying need that coursed through her was mirrored by his own want of her. There was no denying if she gave him the green light he’d be on her in a second, but would he dominate her?
Would she want that from him?
Silva brought her hand up to her neck and closed her eyes. She imagined his grip on her as he pinned her down and drove into her. Heat licked up her spine, and she shifted on her feet, feeling a familiar ache build inside of her.
She couldn’t remember the last time she had sex and truly enjoyed it. What happened to her made it hard for her to find pleasure. But when she connected with someone on a personal level, she had a little more enjoyment for the act.
With Santino, she more than connected with him. She still didn’t know much about him, but she felt safe with him. Something in her gut knew he wouldn’t hurt her like she’d been hurt before, and her body simply responded to that.
