My heart hurt for this kid. He had a talent for football, yet he was being blocked from every single side.
Mitchell reached for the door and pushed it open. Meagan was typing away on her computer when she glanced up and smiled. “Hey. How was the tour?”
Mitchell put on what I was assuming was the masked face he had gotten used to using around everyone. A weird feeling passed over me as I made a mental note to talk to Meagan about what I talked to Mitchell about.
“It was awesome. Thank you, Meg, for arranging this.”
Meagan smiled bigger, clearly thinking this was something Mitchell wanted to do.
“Well my gosh, I better get us back to the office so you can get home.” Meagan turned to me and flashed me a heavenly smile. “Thank you, Gray, for doing this for us.”
“Anytime. Mitchell, you have my number if you ever want to talk.”
Meagan’s eyes lit up as she gave me an adoring look. With a quick kiss goodbye, I watched as Meagan and Mitchell left the station. A terrible feeling came over me as I wondered how much longer Mitchell would be able to keep up this happy front of his.
“Hey there, handsome.”
Glancing up, I saw Claire standing with her hands spread across the desk and just the right amount of cleavage hanging out to make a guy do a double take.
“What do you need, Claire?”
Ever since the encounter a few weeks back at my place, Claire had kept her distance. Except for today. She saw me walking in with Meagan and Mitchell and something must have come over her because she had come up with every excuse under the sun to come talk to me today.
“It appears we don’t have your next of kin’s address correct in the system. I’m going to need you to come to my office and update that.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. She clearly was up to no good. “I’ll email it to you.”
With a pout of her lips, she batted her eyes and said, “What’s the matter, Grayson? Afraid to be alone with me?”
A gruff laugh came from my lips as Derrick chuckled. “I’ll send the information over to you, Claire, and copy HR on the email.”
Claire’s smile dropped as she stood up and glanced over to Derrick and then back to me. “You have no idea what you’re missing out on.”
Deciding to ignore her comment, I pulled out my phone and saw I had a voicemail from my mother. I turned away from Claire and hit play.
“Hey! I was wondering if you and Meagan would like to come for lunch or dinner this weekend. I’d love to see you both again. Let me know. Love you, Gray and please be careful.”
Opening up my messages, I sent my mother off a text message.
Me: Hey, Mom! I’d love to come for lunch or dinner this weekend. Let me check with Meg and see how her schedule looks. I’ll let you know tonight or tomorrow.
My mother quickly responded back.
Mom: Sounds good, Grayson. Stay safe and I love you.
“How’s your mom doing?” Derrick asked as he typed up a report from yesterday’s attempted robbery.
Letting out a deep breath, I got back to what I had been doing before Claire walked up. “She’s doing good. Loves her place up in the mountains and loves her new job working at the elementary school as the art teacher.”
Derrick gave me smile. “That’s great.”
Our sergeant poked his head out of his office and called out our names. “Winn, Bennett, we’ve got a 187 down on Westgate.”
My heart stopped. That wasn’t far from Meagan’s office.
Jumping up, I grabbed my jacket and followed Derrick out of the building and to the car.
Fifteen minutes later, we pulled up to the crime scene and walked over to Dalton Murphy with CSI. “Looks like another rape/murder.”