“What do you mean you can’t do this?” Diarmid felt like his lungs were on fire as he stepped back away from Lita, the edge of his desk smacking him in the back of the thigh.
“This constant questioning of me. What I’m doing. Where I’m going. Who I’m seeing. Diarmid, you carried your laptop into the gym today because I wasn’t in your direct line of vision.”
“I was worried.”
“We were in your condo. What could possibly have happened inside a locked home?”
He rubbed his face and waved for her to take the seat Roy had just vacated. They had been discussing the lack of progress in the files and the possibility their serial arsonist was now f*****g with them. The last fire had almost felt like they were being laughed at. He would rather have Roy breathing down his neck and calling his abilitie
