BLOOD CRESCENT
ALEXANDER
I was leaning against the edge of my desk with my arms folded across my chest when Faye walked into my office.
I had a feeling this conversation was coming. After the way we had left things the previous night, there was no way she would simply pretend the matter had ended there.
She closed the door behind her and walked toward me, stopping just a few feet away. There was something in her expression that immediately caught my attention.
"I actually went through everything last night," she began.
I looked at her without interrupting.
"I mean everything," she clarified. "I went through all the records with Cole's help. We compared the hard-copy petitions with the digital records on your tablet and then with the soft-copy files Cole had. We didn't leave anythin
