Page 85 of Concealed

“After we’re done prying information from our suspect,” I confirm, giving Grant a side-eyed look. Surely, he isn’t actually going to send me home.

“He isn’t a suspect!” Rebecca cries. “He fucking shot you! That makes him guilty!”

I chuckle. “I wish you made all the rules, babe, but this one isn’t straightforward.”

“I’m going to sit by the door waiting.”

“Don’t watch The Bachelor without me,” I tease.

“Oh, shut up and get back here.”

“On it.”

When I hang up, Grant is grinning. “New girlfriend?”

“It’s complicated.”

“It always is.”

“How big is the mountain of paperwork I’m facing right now?” I ask.

“It will wait. Everything will wait. I wasn’t kidding, Harrison.”

“For fuck’s sake. I worked my ass off to get here, and now you’re not going to let me be part of the end game? This is bullshit and–”

“Harrison.” It’s not even his bad cop voice. It sounds a lot like his dad voice. “It’s not up for debate. I’m going to drop you off at home, and you’re going to take at least a couple of days off. We’ll do the incident report over the phone tomorrow. You need to just rest, rookie.”

I shake my head. “Fuck, no. I want to be there to interrogate this son of a bitch.”

“I’m pretending you’re dead, remember? Besides, you’re about to fall over.”

I don’t want to admit it, but he’s right. I’ve been working non-stop, and I’m running on fumes. But all our hard work has been culminating to this point and now – what? I just go home andsleep?

As much as I’d love the comfort of wrapping myself in Rebecca right now, I also really want to be part of the team that takes Wang Yong and, hopefully, Zhang Lei down.

“You saved my life tonight,” Grant notes.

I lean my head against the cool glass of the window and realize that I could actually fall asleep. Maybe the boss man has a point, but I’m not admitting it.

“Does that mean I’ll make detective?”

Grant chuckles. “Don’t push it. And you’re lucky to still have your life. We won’t get much from Wang Yong tonight anyway. He’s going to lawyer up, and we’ll cut a deal to get what we need. But all of that will still happen whether you’re taking care of yourself or not.”

I scrub my hands over my face as exhaustion and pain wash over me. “Shit. Okay. But when we go for Zhang Lei, I need to be there.”

“You’ll be there,” he promises.

We’ve pulled up to my place, not the station. Grant probably rightly assumed that I wouldn’t go straight to my truck and would follow him inside. Clearly, he means business and was definitely not fucking around.

He’s a good cop, but an even better man.

“Thanks,” I say.

He chuckles. “No, thank you. It’s because of you that I get to go home to my beautiful wife tonight.”

My gaze lands on the cruiser that is slowly passing by my place, and I frown at Grant. “I’m going to go check in with them and find out what’s going on.”

“Want me to wait?”

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