Chapter Fifty-Three. Sergeant Craig Smith. (Smithy).
I sit behind my desk, my personal phone out on my desk beside my work phone, as I try not to look at it. I may have texted Pamela Adams, and now I am second-guessing if I should have. I didn’t say a lot. Just that I had heard from Doc that she was free today. It has been almost forty minutes since I sent the message, and I don’t know what I expected, but I was hoping for an immediate reply. I didn’t get one, and I am trying not to overthink the reason why.
“Hey Smithy,” a voice brings me out of my troubled mind.
I glance up and see Diana standing, a look of determination on her face.
“Hey, come in,” I smile at the woman who may or may not be sleeping with one of my best friends. I am not sure, as the tension between the pair is
