Chapter 25

“No, it’s mostly mine. I thought we really had something going, you know. But Nick didn’t.”

“Sorry, man.”

“Yeah. I’ll call you later in the week. I’ll call Mom and Dad, too. Tell them I’m sorry about last night. I guess I should have stayed at the party.” He’d thought he was doing the right thing, sticking by his man. “Bye, Devon.”

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Nick walked into the station the next morning ten minutes late. He had barely slept the night before, the fight he’d had with Ray playing over and over in his head. The look on Ray’s face as he walked away at the rental place. He went directly to the small kitchen where the coffee pot was kept.

“Sorenson, in my office now,” Captain Kent yelled, sticking his head out of his office.

Nick frowned and set his coffee mug down. He glanced at a few of the other detectives seated at their desks, but they weren’t looking at him. In fact, it appeared to Nick they avoided his gaze on purpose. Something was up. His stomach twisted in knots.