“WHERE the hell did you get that?”
Violet turned when she heard that.
The detective just came out of the shower. She was clad in a white robe courtesy of the hotel.
A frown was plastered on the detective's pretty face as she drew near.
Printed images were spread out on a glass table in front of her.
Violet was on a couch in the small living room. A box of pizza was on top of another chair.
It was their dinner, requested by Belle, who left an hour ago just when Violet arrived.
“Those were the pictures of my unit after the burglary.”
“It was.”
“Where did you get them?”
Those were the same pictures Jenny took. As far as Mia knew, no one had them except the precinct. Even her copy came from Jenny herself. Those were printed once. Just like what was on the table.
“I know someone f
