Fight For Me by Hayden Braeburn

Author:Hayden Braeburn [Braeburn, Hayden]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, romance series, the everetts of tyler, romantic suspense, hayden braeburn
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Chris went back through the files, sure he'd missed something, but not at all sure what it was. “Jase, we've got to be overlooking something here,” he said in exasperation as he shoved the folder at his partner.

Jason shook his head, his light blue eyes dull with lack of sleep. “Shit, Chris, if I knew what it was, we'd be investigating it, not sitting here in the middle of the night tossing paper around.”

As much as it pained him, he forced himself to say, “Maybe we should call Davis,” causing Jason to bark a clipped, “No,” before he even finished the sentence. He held up a hand. “Hear me out. I'm just as pissed about the McClaren shit too, but fresh eyes are fresh eyes.”

“His jaundiced eyes will not fucking help,” Jason growled and Chris slid his chair a few inches away. Jason Monroe was a champion grudge-holder, and while he understood his feelings and hated Davis almost as much as his friend, business, justice, and truth had to take precedence.

“Maybe not, but Tiffany—Officer Morgan, I mean—will have a good perspective. We're running into walls here, and I for one don't want to deal with another unsolved murder.”

“You don't want Dylan to beat the shit out of you,” Jason countered.

No one would want to deal with Dylan if something happened to Cassidy. “What if Adrienne was being stalked? Would you accept help then?” Jason's face blanched, and Chris knew he had hit the right nerve. “Imagine your friend was the one investigating the stalker, a stalker you were sure had committed at least one murder. Now pretend that friend turned down help because of a personal problem—”

“Enough!” Jason cut him off. “Fine. Call Davis, but don't turn your back on him. Get Officer Morgan to help you with the research.” He gave Chris a cold stare. “And keep your dick in your pants.”

She was hot, but he'd only talked to her for five minutes. “Not a problem, Jase.”

“Right. I'm sure Tiffany will understand,” Jason scoffed. “I know you better than that.”

Whoa. He was never hurting for a date, but he wasn't indiscriminate. “I only just met her, man. I'm not seeing her.”

“You seem a little overeager to have her help.”

“I just want someone who can help.” He gave Jason a stern look. “Quit worrying about me and my dick, Jase.”

Jason blinked, shook his head. “We have other things to do.”

“Too much.”

~*~

“Cassie, wake up, your phone is buzzin',” Dylan whispered, the offending piece of technology dwarfed by his large hand.

Her chocolate eyes fluttered open. “What time?” she started, stopping mid-sentence to snatch the phone from his fingers, stab at the screen, and pin it to her ear. “Mom? What's wrong?”

He listened to her side of the conversation, his mind running scenarios. Good things were never reported with three am phone calls. Cassidy was agitated, asking about her parents, Caleb, and even Camryn. When she finally dropped the phone on the bed, he asked, “What happened?”

“My parent's house is on fire,” she answered.

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