Dirty Blue by N. E. Henderson

Author:N. E. Henderson
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781948539999

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There is a ding on my smartwatch as I push the door of my car closed, telling me I have a text message. Flipping my wrist, I glance down, seeing it’s him. I also want to laugh until I read the message.

Drago: Care to have lunch with me?

Dropping my arm, I cross the road, heading toward the white building in front of me. When I enter the side door, I don’t see anyone around, so I decide to head up the stairs to his office.

He’s boldly ignoring the fact that I told him there should be no interaction between us that doesn’t pertain to finding evidence he has illegal dealings—or not, and potentially proving he’s not as bad as my colleagues believe he is.

I don’t reply. I mean what’s the point? I’m here after all. And why am I here? I’ve been avoiding anything and everything to do with Drago Acerbi since I got off the phone with him last week. If it wasn’t for the email in my inbox from the chief, I doubt I’d be here now.

Tom wants an update. One I don’t have, so my hands are tied. I had no choice. This is the last place I want to be, but it is my job and at the end of the day, if I want to keep it, I have to suck up whatever hang up I have with Drago.

Why did I have to sleep with him? That has to be the biggest fuck up—hell, the only fuck up—I’ve ever made on the job. Not that I was on the job, but I’m treading on a thin line. If I’m not careful, I could crash and burn. And then what? Ask my father for a job?

Fuck. That.

When I step up to the second landing, I see Drago’s office door is slightly ajar. I stop dead in my tracks when a bark comes from behind his door and I’m not talking about the four-legged kind.

The heat in his voice cuts me like he did that night at the club. He’s angry, pissed at someone.

“Goddamn you. That wasn’t the fucking agreement.” There is a pause and I inch closer. “I’m not some fucking babysitter. I have a job to do here. One job, do you hear me? And that isn’t it.” He stops speaking, but the silence doesn’t last. “Fix it. I don’t give a shit what you do. Get this shit off my back.”

When I hear a thud, I take the opportunity to push his door open without knocking.

His eyes immediately snap to mine and if I’ve caught him off guard, he doesn’t show it.

He leans back, reclining in his office chair, staring at me but not saying a word. His face is blank, so I can’t read him, which irks me to no end. Reading people is something I do well, but he eludes me every time.

“Who were you talking to just now?” I ask since he’s not bothering to inquire why I’m here.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business, detective.

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