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

“This is pathetic,” I sneer. “If this is all you have … missing art critics,
conversations that nobody heard and timelines that no one can pin down …
the SFPD is grasping at straws. Mara will be disappointed. Sounds like
you’ve got no fucking clue what happened to her roommate.”
Hawks snaps back, “Our profiler says the person who arranged that body
fancies themself an artist and a genius. Sound familiar?”
“Oh, wow.” I roll my eyes. “Did they also guess it was a white male? Hope
Captain Obvious isn’t getting a Christmas bonus.”
“You think this is funny?” Hawks hisses.
“Well, you sure as fuck can’t be serious,” I say, pushing back my chair and
standing up from the table. “Because this interview was a joke.”
Striding over the conference room door, I wrench it open and call to Janice,
“See Officer Hawks out, will you, Janice? Sounds like he’s got a lot of work
to do.”
With that, I leave Hawks stewing in my disdain.
I’m a good enough actor that I don’t think I showed any nerves.
But in truth, it rankled me that he connected the dots to Danvers.
Goddamn Shaw for shoving us both under the microscope. This is all his
fucking fault. I’ve never had a cop so much as look my way before this. Now
they have a fucking description of me. They’ll be watching everything I do.
Usually, I’d head back up to my office to mull this over alone. I feel angry
enough to bite the head off anyone who even looks at me.
But I don’t want to be alone—I want Mara. I want to tell her everything that
happened. I want to hear what she thinks.
I’m only halfway up the stairs when I collide with her hurrying down.
“I’m sorry,” she gasps. “I couldn’t wait any longer. I couldn’t stand not
knowing what was going on.”
“It’s fine,” I say. “Hawks left.”