Chapter 14
Darcy's POV
In my study, I thought about the tense conversation I had with Adrian a few hours ago. I wasn't satisfied with all she said about waking up when the police men kicked down the door and she didn't know who put the drugs in her bags.
Someone did it, if not her. It wasn't a ghost work. I'm certain of that. This isn't the whole story. It's either she did it, or someone else knows more than they're willing to admit.
The investigation had to happen. I couldn't ignore Adrian's story, no matter how convincing her tears had been or how real her pain seemed. Pink's safety depended on my making rational, informed decisions-not ones clouded by emotion or, God help me, attraction.
I picked up my phone and dialed Mark's direct line.
"Sir?" he answered immediately.
"I need
