Amy’s POV
I drove straight to the precinct where Melissa’s father ruled like some fossilized king. The moment I stepped out of the car, the officers outside stiffened. They knew who I was. They also knew I wasn’t here for a friendly chat.
I walked inside without waiting for anyone to guide me. My heels echoed through the hall like gunshots. There he was—Mr. Blue—sitting behind his desk, legs stretched out, chewing on a toothpick like he owned the entire damn city.
His lazy eyes lifted when he saw me. Annoyance flickered instantly.
“What are you doing here?” he growled.
I didn’t flinch. I walked straight to the chair in front of him and sat down without being invited, crossing my legs slowly.
“Aren’t you happy to see me?” I asked calmly.
His jaw tightened. “Get out of my office.”
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