Chapter Four
Knox
I walk out of the locker room and into the station at the start of my shift, cracking my neck back and forth, shutting and opening my eyes. This overnight shift is kicking my ass lately and just another reminder why I want that detective position.
Patrice is already at her desk. We’ll have to go into the call room in five minutes, but I sit down anyway. Leilani’s mugshot is taped to my computer with a big heart drawn in red Sharpie around her face. I tear off the photo and throw it in the trash. Surprisingly, Patrice says nothing.
“f*****g hell,” I say.
“You know that’s not the last of it?” Patrice says.
“I know.” I run my hands down my face.
Having Leilani show up here two days ago has spurred a clusterfuck in my brain, but it’s also solidified that I’m done with
