Stephan didn't flinch. He just gestured with a tilt of his head toward the empty chair inside. " She wanted to know why her sister's husband waited days to report her missing. Come into my office."
I followed him into the office, the door closing with a click that sounded far too final for my liking. I didn’t wait for him to sit. I remained standing, looming over his desk to reclaim the space my money had essentially bought for him two years ago. I had funded his entire campaign, greased the wheels of every local committee, and practically hand-delivered him that badge.
"You didn’t answer your phone, Stephan," I said, my voice dropping into that quiet, dangerous register that usually made men scramble for excuses. "I’ve called you six times since last night. I need an update, and I need
