There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

I could probably strong-arm York into doing it, but I won’t. My art is the one
area where I don’t manipulate. My work will live or die on its own merit.
My phone buzzes in my pocket with a text from Sonia:
The cop is here.
He’s early—even more annoying than being late.
I stuff the phone back in my pocket.
“I’ve got to go talk to Hawks,” I say.
“Should I come?” Mara asks, her expression strained.
“No need, I’ll handle it. Keep working.”
Officer Hawks waits downstairs, next to Janice’s desk. He’s not the lead
detective on the case—that’s an older officer named Potts. But according to
my sources, the SFPD has egg on their face from all the young female bodies
stacking up on their beaches. There’s a good chance Potts is about to get the
boot and Hawks will be promoted. A fact of which he is probably well aware.
That’s why he’s here at my studio, digging down on every possible lead.
I pause at the base of the stairs, examining him before I step into view.
When he interviewed Mara, he wore the standard navy uniform with his gold
badge pinned upon his breast.
Today he’s dressed in plain clothes—button-up shirt, slacks, and a sport coat.
That could mean he’s off-duty. Or only trying to put me at ease—trying to
make me think this meeting is a formality, not an interview.
In the plain tan jacket and Buddy Holly glasses, he looks a bit like a
professor. Only the haircut gives him away—too fresh, too short, and too
presidential. Our boy Hawks is ambitious. That’s the haircut of someone who
wants his promotion badly.
He was polite to Mara when he interviewed her. Which means I don’t have to
hunt him down off-hours. At least, not yet.