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Chapter 54: Jessie’s POV
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“Finally,” I mutter, glancing at the time glowing on the wall clock. I could practically feel the sweet freedom of clocking out and going home settling over my shoulders. My legs already half-turn toward the exit.I reach for my punch card, ready to feed it into the machine, when my phone rings.“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” I grumble, digging it out of my denim pocket. Of course. Of all people—Colin. I briefly wonder if ignoring a partner’s call counts as an infraction. Knowing our Sargent? Probably.I weigh my options for half a second: go home and face his wrath tomorrow, or answer and regret it now. Either way, I lose. But at least answering prevents paperwork.I swipe to accept. “This better be good. My punch card is still in hand.”“Mike, I need you at my desk,” Colin says without preamble. His voice is tight—focused. “Open my email. There’s a video that needs to go to forensics.”Well, at least he sounds serious. “Forensics?” I echo as I roll my eyes heavenward and resi
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“Now that the men have left, you can talk to me. What has happened? Where is Alan?” Ms. Panelli asks, her voice firm but full of concern. “You can tell me.”“Mina, there’s a lot going on. I don’t want to overwhelm you,” I say softly. Mina—a term of endearment I’d started using years ago. In Italian it described a motherly, nurturing woman, and that was exactly who she was to me.“No, no,” she insists, waving a hand. “You have to tell me. It hurts me to see you like this.” She locks the front door of the shop with a decisive click, then returns to the small round table. She pulls out a chair and takes both my hands in hers, her palms warm and steady.“Well…” I swallow hard. “Alan and I are getting a divorce. I found out he was having an affair.” The words finally fall out, bitter and heavy.“Scrofa! Should’ve married Lincoln.” she snaps, her face twisting with disgust. Pig wasn’t even the worst thing he could’ve been called, but coming from Mina, it carried the weight of a curse. I ign
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“Well, I never thought I’d see anyone handle wasabi like that. Color me impressed.” I laugh as Jessie slips her card into the check sleeve. She won fair and square.“Determination and the will to clear my sinuses.” She grins, wiping the corner of her mouth with her napkin.“Ah yes—never underestimate the cleansing power of wasabi.”“Never,” she agrees, just as the waiter returns to collect the bill. A second later, her phone buzzes with Lincoln’s name flashing across the screen. She answers quickly.Her tone softens, warm and familiar, and I force myself not to listen too closely. I pull out my phone, pretending to scroll, and text Pennet instead.Have you already gotten your list of questioning together?His response comes almost immediately. An odd thing for Pennet to do.No need to worry, Colin. I’ve got everything locked in for tomorrow.Surprising. For once, I’m the one getting a breather while Pennet does the heavy lifting. Refreshing… and suspicious.While Jessie keeps talking,
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After what felt like hours of circling the same useless thoughts, I came up with nothing. Every plan collapsed under its own weight before it could even fully take shape. Hiring someone to kill Jessie would cost an obscene amount of money—money I no longer had. Normally, that wouldn’t have stopped me, but I’m currently cut off and bleeding resources by the day. Desperate, yes. Stupid, no. And a hit like that would light up every alarm imaginable. It would be traced. It would ruin me.Every subpoena and flashing blue light would come for my throat, my freedom.Harming Alan would get me nowhere either. As infuriating as he is, I still want him. I still need him. And more importantly, I need him alive. Dead men are useless, broken men can be molded and living men can be owned and I planned on owning him. That meant that Alan was completely off limits.Jeremy crossed my mind next—leverage, a bargaining chip, a hostage or pawn if it came to that. But to get to him, I’d have to pull him fr
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