[Tabitha’s POV]
I continue to stare in disbelief. How the hell did the creep spying on me become my boss? No! This was crazy! Why didn’t he say a f*****g thing when I had him arrested? Was he seriously f*****g with me?
“Since both of you have met, I have a case for you,” the chief continues. “There was another murder last night.”
“Same location?” I ask, not missing his look of unease.
“No, but similar circumstances,” he admits.
Nodding, I pull out my keys and whirl them around my finger.
“I’m on it,” I announce, turning and beginning to move, only to stop as a hand wraps around my wrist. Looking down, I take in Atticus’ gloved hand and then snap my gaze up to his. “Remove your hand before I remove it for you.”
“He said we would go,” Atticus says easily, not phased by my warning. “No
