Chapter Thirty-Five
Erik stepped into his apartment, his neck stiff.
It’d been a long day of interviews, and Malcolm was pulling overtime going through data and systems. While it might help to utilize Emma more directly, the detectives wanted to minimize the risk of tainting the evidence with bad procedure since it was an official police case.
There was something deeply unsatisfying about an attempted murder case that began with the suspect killing himself.
“Anyone in here, Emma?” he asked, his hand drifting to his gun. “I’m tired and not in the mood for a fight.”
She appeared on Erik’s couch, kneeling in the center. “I might have a good appreciation for your tactical capabilities, but I also understand that it doesn’t hurt to provide you useful intelligence before you get shot or blo
