“Your first mistake,” I say.
“You’ve lost your mind.”
“I don’t think so. The proof is all here.” I wave the paper at him.
He loosens his grip on the tie and snatches the report from me, tearing it out of my hands and staring down at the paper.
“I don’t know if you and Ms. Block were romantically involved, but after a few hours of seeing things more clearly, I finally can put two and two together. You definitely knew each other. We’re the two of you in a relationship?”
He leans into me, which forces me to take a step back, the floorboards creaking beneath us. “Do you know who you’re talking to, Ballinger?”
“Yes sir.”
“I’m the chief of police.”
I nod.
“You’re a rookie beat cop,” he says.
I swallow down the hard lump in my throat.
When he grins, I notice the top row of his crooked teeth.
Crooked
“You don’t know how wrong I wanted to be,” I say.