Bridges made eye contact with the two-way mirror, and seconds later, Luke Roberts himself walked in the door.

I could tell by just one look that he wasn’t happy. Not with me, not with his daughter, and not with the situation.

“Last night, Jakobe Anderson was killed,” he said. “And with the testimony you just gave, my daughter is no longer the prime suspect.”

My mouth fell open.

“She didn’t do it,” I confirmed after gathering my wayward thoughts. “I can guarantee you that. She was with me. She tried to leave once while I was asleep, but obviously I kept her there.” I showed him my hand. “And when I was awake after that, she was in my sight. We spent the entire night together, too. The moment that she got home from your house until y’all separated us when we arrived here.”

Luke’s mouth clenched closed, and the muscles in his jaw started to twitch.

“I know she didn’t do it,” he finally said. “We just had to have every T crossed and I dotted. We had to do this the right way, which is why my daughter is currently in the next room over being questioned.”

I sighed. “So, you’re watching me instead of watching her?”

“I’m watching you because I started to hear everything you did this morning while you were awake, and they were things that I shouldn’t hear about my daughter.” He paused. “Which we’ll be talking about later.”

“Am I fired?” I questioned.

He looked like he wanted to say yes, but settled with, “No.”

“Then I can go to work?” I asked.

“You don’t even care that Jakobe was killed and my daughter was the prime suspect?” Luke wondered, looking miffed.

I stood up and tucked my chair under the table with my foot.

“Actually, I care that she was the prime suspect,” I admitted. “But I don’t give one flying motherfuck that the dude is dead. Sucks for him, not for me, and definitely not for Katy. Katy who was scared to death, like you knew, but wasn’t showing it.”

Bridges made a grunting noise that almost sounded like he agreed with me.

Luke sighed and scratched his head.

“I can’t say I’m all that broken up over the news, either,” he admitted. “But I still have to find whoever did this, even though, as her father, I’m grateful.”

Luke and I shared a look.

One that continued on so long that I would’ve said we had some sort of connection had he not turned on his heels and walked out of the room without another word.

Captain Morgan grunted out a ‘holy fuck’ under his breath.

I found myself grinning.

“Wipe that grin off your face, kid,” he instructed.

I snorted. “I’m only five years younger than you. Not a kid by a long shot.”

“I might have more questions,” Bridges said as he stood to leave at the same time Morgan and I did.

“I’m sure you know where to find me,” I said as I exited the interrogation room.

Just as I’d stepped foot into the hallway, the door to the next interrogation room over was yanked open, and a very embarrassed looking Hastings exited, followed shortly by Katy.

Katy took one look at me, one look at her retreating father, then took two long steps in my direction.

I was actually kind of happy that she’d chosen me.

I’d never admit it, but I was happy.

“Did you hear that Jakobe was killed?” she asked.

I nodded. “I did.”

“Did you know that by you handcuffing us together, you offered me an airtight alibi?” she asked.

I nodded again.

The smile that broke out over her face was beautiful and breathtaking.

I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my arms and never let go.

“Same time tonight?” she teased.

I snorted. “You got it, babe.”

“You’re not worried about my dad, are you?” she asked.

I looked at the man that I thought would be gone by now but stopped when I saw him turned around, staring down the long length of the hallway at the two of us.

“Uhh,” I hesitated.

She turned to see her father looking at us as well.

“All he wants is to see me happy,” she said.

“I’m not sure that he wants to see you happy with the one man on the police force that makes him have suicidal thoughts, though,” Bridges murmured.

Katy scoffed. “Logan’s not that bad.”

I started to chuckle.

“Oh, your father really does hate me. Don’t let his act fool you,” I told her. “He might tolerate me, allow me to keep my job, but I’ve just royally fucked myself over. There will be no more anything when it comes to the police department. I can kiss any promotion, raise, and commendation goodbye.”

“He wouldn’t do that,” she said.

“No,” Hastings chuckled. “Of course not. He loves the fact that Logan Gibbs slept with his baby girl.”

“You say Logan Gibbs like he’s a bad infection that everyone is about to get,” Katy said, sounding confused. “Logan is a great guy.”

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