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“If you want your proof, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I add.

“What’s your name?” Brax asks her son.

The boy pulls out of his mother’s hold and runs to the man who bribed him with food. “Chase!”

Brax holds his hand out for a fist bump. “Cool. My name is Brax. I’m like a police officer who wears jeans. You won’t be far from your mom, but never go anywhere with strangers, got it?”

Chase looks to his mom.

Evita sighs. “He’s right. But you can go with him. Be good and try not to talk his ear off.”

Chase looks back to his new friend. “What kind of snacks do you have?”

“Cookies, chips, and maybe some chocolate if Micah didn’t eat it all.”

Chase keeps talking. “Do you put bad guys in jail?”

“I do,” Brax confirms.

Chase’s eyes go big. “Can I see the jail?”

“No,” Brax deadpans. “No, you can’t.”

Chase mopes. “I hope that other guy didn’t eat all the chocolate.”

They disappear down the hall as Chase asks Brax if his car has a siren, and if he gets to drive fast.

I look back to his mom and hold the door open. “Let’s go be a fly on the wall, Evita. You’ll get all the proof you want.”

She hesitates before picking up her phone and purse. If she’s five inches over five foot, I’d be surprised. Her hair falls down her back in messy waves, and I know for a fact that her curves are small since I had her in my arms not too long ago. She looks up where she stops in front of me. “No one calls me Evita but my mother.”

“Note taken, Dr. Litchfield. I’m definitely not your mother.”

“Evie,” she states. “Other than my patients, everyone calls me Evie.”

“Evie,” I repeat, and decide that I like her more than I did two seconds ago. Evita is stuffy and formal. I’m neither of those things, and I hate both with a passion. “Are you ready for this?”

The small swell of her tits rise and fall with a deep breath, but I never look away from her chocolate eyes. “Where are we going?”

“Your husband is about to be interrogated, and we’re going to watch. My supervisor is going to question him about a lot of things, but mainly hiring someone to kill you and Chase. Whether he admits to it or not, I promise you’ll be convinced.”

She pulls her purse strap up her shoulder and exhales an exhausted sigh. “Our marriage has been bad for years, and I haven’t trusted him even longer. I have no confidence he’ll tell you the truth about anything today.”

“Then it’s a good thing I have evidence.”

“And what evidence would that be?” she demands.

“Evie,” I say and pause, trying her nickname out for a second time and liking it even more. “Your husband was tapped by the federal government. To say he’s screwed is an understatement. The only thing I’m worried about is you and your son’s safety.”

Her pink, plump lips part as she pulls in a shallow breath.

Yeah, this isn’t going to be good.

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