Page 9 of Fatal Intent
“How do you know that?” Conner demanded.
“I walked in on them in bed together.”
“That must have ticked you off.”
“I was angry,” Grant admitted. “Wouldn’t you be mad if your woman was sleeping around on you?”
“This isn’t about me. You said you caught them together. How did you react when you found them?”
“Left the house and waited for them on the porch.”
Another exchanged glance between the detectives. “Why didn’t you confront them immediately?”
“And interrupt the moment? No, thanks. It was hard enough knowing the truth without sticking around for the show.”
“What happened when they came out?”
“I told Selena we were finished.”
The detectives waited. When he said nothing more, Sanders frowned. “That’s it?”
“What did you expect?”
“I thought you were a hotshot black ops soldier and expected at least a bloody nose and shouting. I can’t believe you let that slide.”
Rayne scowled. “Did you serve in the military, Detective Sanders?”
His face reddened. “No.”
“I did,” Conner said. “Why do you ask?”
“Were you Special Forces?”
He sneered. “I was just a regular Army grunt. No special accolades or treatment for me.”
“I don’t know what you learned in training, Detective Conner, but the Special Forces soldiers I work with practice discipline and self-control because they’re trained to disable or kill to protect. They’re held to a higher standard, and any trouble they land in is magnified because of their training.”
Grant opened his hand, turned it over, and threaded his fingers through hers. “She’s right.”
“So you left the house to protect them. That’s what you’re trying to sell us?”
He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “It’s the truth.”
“Your control was shaky?” Sanders asked.
“No.”
“You just admitted to leaving the house to protect Ms. Baker and her lover.”
“My control wasn’t the problem.”
“Then what was?”
“My temper.”
A knock sounded on the wooden door, and a young officer stepped into the room. “Sorry to interrupt, but their lawyer is here.”
Sanders tossed his pen and notepad onto the table. “Fantastic,” he muttered, glaring at Rayne and Grant. “Send him in.”
