What made it even worse was he suspected his secretary had something to do with it. He just had to find the truth and evidence so she wouldn’t get off. He wanted the bitch to get some time in prison for almost getting Nia killed.
A throat cleared by the doorway.
“Excuse me. I’m Detective Joel Holland. I have some questions for you both.”
Travis studied him for a moment. He was tall, over six feet, and buff. He bet most women found him attractive, so that he would need to keep his girl by his side. He lifted her off his lap, stood, and then grabbed her hand.
They walked out of the room.
“Detective, there are two guns on my desk. The one on the right is the one she used and the only one that was discharged by the dead guy.”
“I’ll have someone bag them. Thank you. It makes it easier questioning another cop because they know the procedures.”
“Yeah, that’s something I’ll never forget.”
Both men laughed.
The three walked into t
he living room, and he sat her down beside him on the sofa and then wrapped his arm around her.
The detective pulled a chair closer to them since at least a dozen people were standing around talking.
“How are you doing, miss?”
“I’m fine.”
The detective looked at Travis. “Would you like me to call an ambulance for her? She looks a little shaky.”
She looked up at Travis and shook her head. “No, please don’t. I’ll be okay if I’m with you.”
He studied her for a moment. “That’s fine. For now. We’ll see how you do later.”
She nodded.
Travis knew what it was like to be in the detective’s shoes because he’d had to do the same thing many times in Chicago. But now, he knew the frustration of the people he questioned. They talked for over an hour. The fact there was a dead guy made it even worse.
Several hours later, the two were finally alone.
While Travis took care of the people, she had come in and cleaned their bedroom. He could tell some things, like the lamp on her side of the bed, was gone. He had just glanced in to see the destruction before he was called away.
They both showered and were lying in bed, wrapped up in each other's arms. It was still light out, but the day had been stressful, and they needed each other. They needed to be touching.
He rolled her until she was under him, then propped himself up on an elbow. “You want to tell me how you learned to shoot that well?”
She smiled. “My dad and I did a lot of shooting. It was our way of connecting with each other after my mom died. My dad was ex-military and always had a passion for guns.”
He could tell talking about her parents made her sad, so he decided to lay off the other questions he had for her. “You and I are going to a shooting range soon.”
“I’d love that. I miss it.”
He bent and pressed a kiss to her lips.
“How do you feel about your brother?”
“I’m not really sure. I don’t think I feel bad. Maybe I should, but the man terrorized my father and me for close to a decade, and then he tried to take you from me. He deserves to be in hell. I might feel differently later.”
“I agree with that. You’re still in shock.”