CHAPTER SIX
LOGAN
Tuesday morning rolls around and just as I walk into the PD, Brantley rushes up behind me and starts firing off questions. “What do you suggest we do? Are we going to tell Royal? Are we doing another stakeout?” I’ve barely had my coffee and slept like s**t last night, so I’m in no mood to spell it out for him.
I know what we should do, but I know we have to follow protocol; otherwise, it could jeopardize the entire case and the kid won’t get charged.
“We do what we were put on this case to do. We’ll go door to door to interview some of their neighbors and see if they have anything we can add to build our case.”
“That’s it? What about Royal’s daughter?” The concern in his voice is evident, but I’ve learned long ago to not attach myself to people or the cases I work. T
