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“She has security?”

I continue to tread carefully. I didn’t leave until her new detail showed up at her house to take her to work. She assured me she’d be fine. That was over an hour ago, and I can’t stop thinking about her. “It’s not top of the line, but she has someone with her. And her son went to stay with her parents so they won’t be together. Since that was the direct order, it should keep them safe for a while.”

“What a shit show.” Tim shakes his head and gives in. “Get the accident report and look into it. Make sure Miami PD knows about that link. I’m with you—it’s too coincidental to not be related. If only you could trace back to who had access to that car months ago, you’ve got a lead.”

“Done.” At least I don’t have to do this on the downlow.

“And Micah?” I pick up my second coffee of the day when Tim interrupts me again. I turn back and he’s already on his way back to his office when he calls, “Go home and take a shower. Maybe grab a nap. I’m not kidding, you look like shit.”

That would make sense since I feel like shit. Pulling an all-nighter is not what it used to be.

I pick up my cell and press go on a number I haven’t had a chance to call in two weeks.

It rings and rings and rings. I think he’s going to send me to voicemail, but then I get nothing but silence.

Finally, I call, “Roc? You there?”

“I was asleep,” he groans. “But since you’re a selfish asshole and woke me up after working third shift, I’m awake.”

“I was up all night, too, and I’m sitting at my desk kicking ass. You’ll be fine.”

I hear a rustling as his rough voice complains over the line. “Fuck, man, why is everything a competition with you.”

“Because I’m a winner, that’s why. Look, I need a favor.”

“I work eleven at night to seven in the morning and have for almost two years. Three in the afternoon is my morning. Call me back then.”

“This can’t wait.”

“My need for beauty sleep says it can,” he mutters.

“You just want to be a pretty boy like Cruz. Pay attention and make a note or some shit so you won’t forget. I need an accident report pulled. It’s from six months ago. It’s tied to my case.”

“You play old-man softball with half the lieutenants on the force. Call one of them.”

I smirk as I spin around to look out the only window I can see from my spot. “But you’re my protégé and I haven’t talked to you in weeks. How am I supposed to see how my greatness is rubbing off on you?”

He yawns. “Don’t ever talk aboutrubbingandmein the same sentence.”

“I need the report by the end of the day, Roc. It’s important.”

“The sooner I go back to sleep, the more of a chance you’ll have that I’ll actually do what you want me to do. Text me that shit and get over yourself.”

I smirk when I say, “You seem to have forgotten who gave you a fresh start when you needed it.”

“I haven’t forgotten shit. It was Landyn,” he bites. “Text me.”

“I don’t have an exact date, but I might be able to get you one later. I have a name. That should be enough but I’ll send you more information when I get it.”

“Done.”

“Hope to hear from you before tonight,” I say.

I’m about ready to disconnect when he says, “Micah.”

“Yeah?”

“I got accepted into SWAT.”

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