CHAPTER TEN
Ilse pushed through the small break room door at the precinct. Sawyer was already sitting at the table by the vending machine, shaking his head, and sipping on a small cup of coffee.
She pointed at the cup. “Out of caffeine pills?”
He grumbled, still shaking his head. “I can’t believe his alibi checked out. What sort of idiots admit to a d**g deal?”
“I thought you said you asked them about yoga.”
“I did. But obviously it wasn’t yoga. Did you see the two of them? The furthest they’ve stretched was across the couch to grab the remote.”
Ilse shook her head, sitting at the break room table of the small, Leavenworth police department.
Devon Gibson was still being interviewed by the other officers. But Sawyer didn’t care about the d**g charges, and Ilse wasn’t going to undercu
