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respectful.
Peter Billings nods at me, and motions to the seat. The Mayor, a lithe redheaded woman named Abbi Emery, watches as we take our seats.
Here’s the thing. Green County is a big place. We sprawl over four different townships, almost a hundred-thousand people all told, and the majority of us were here. In the county seat.
We have sheriff departments for the outlying townships, these tiny little hamlets that are barely a blink. But most of the GCPD is focused here.
And we have a very small department of detectives. Eli and I are a third of it. And we’re good, very good, at our job. Maybe because we enjoy it, or enjoy making the County safer. Whatever. Billings trusts us and Emery trusts him.
She doesn’t like me at all. Maybe because I fucked her a few years ago, when she was a hot shot ADA, working to close the case that would eventually win her the Mayor’s office.
At the time, I thought it was fun. No strings. Good release after another shitty day in court.
Looking back, though.
Abbi Emery didn’t believe in no strings. She never had. She wanted something.
She wanted Brandon Archer in her bed and on her arm.
And that? Yeah. That didn’t sit with me. I wasn’t arm candy. I wasn’t here to make a pretty, ambitious, bitch happy.
Eli said that all the shit with Abbi was my own damn fault because I can’t keep my dick in my pants.
He’s probably right.
But. You know. Sex.
“We’d like you to look into this,” Billings says, sliding a file across his desk. I let Eli pick it up, and watch him skim it. His face tightens.
Eli hates when we investigate the prostitutes. He says it’s wrong to target victims and paint them as criminals. Peter says it’s hard to call them victims when they’re breaking the law.
And I tend to agree with Eli. But. We do our job.
“Sir, we do this every year. Nothing ever comes of it.” Eli says stiffly. “Why are we wasting our time?”
“Because your Mayor told you to,” Abbi says, her voice silky.
Shit.
“No offense, Abbi, but we don’t take our orders from you,” I say, leaning back and linking my hands behind my head.
“I don’t want you to just drag in the working girls,” Billings says, cutting in before Abbi can lose her shit completely. “I want you to turn one.”
I glance at Eli quickly and see the same curiosity in his eyes.
Because this is new.
“You want us to make a working girl an informant?” I say, carefully. “Chief, the girls—that’s dangerous as fuck.”
He nods at the file. “We had three girls killed in the past year, Archer. We can’t just ignore the problem because it’s dangerous. I want you to bring in a girl who can help us. As high in the trade as we can get to work with us. The new girls aren’t gonna do shit—all they can tell us is who their madam is.”
I arch an eyebrow. “How high are you hunting, Chief?”
He flashes me a smirk, all wolfish intensity. “The top of the food chain, Archer. The fucking top.”
I stare at him for a long moment and then nod. “Okay. But the girl gets clear. We aren’t trying to tie these kids up for doing what they have to do to survive.”
“They’re breaking the law,” Abbi drawls, and I frown over at her. She’s letting Chief lead this little dog and pony show so maybe she isn’t a complete fucking idiot, but I can see her struggling with it. With letting me and Eli run this.
“Why us?” I ask, abruptly.
They both freeze and Eli tenses at my side, sliding a glance at me.
He wants this. My brother has always felt for the girls who work Victory, who fuck they’re way through the soldiers to keep ahead of their bills or their addictions.
I feel for them, but it’s in a save the victims distant sorta way.
Eli cares.
He wants this case.
And I want to know why the fuck we got tapped for it.
“Because it’s a hard case and you’re the best to clear it. And because Beasley already has contacts there.”
I slide a quick searching look at Eli, see
Peter Billings nods at me, and motions to the seat. The Mayor, a lithe redheaded woman named Abbi Emery, watches as we take our seats.
Here’s the thing. Green County is a big place. We sprawl over four different townships, almost a hundred-thousand people all told, and the majority of us were here. In the county seat.
We have sheriff departments for the outlying townships, these tiny little hamlets that are barely a blink. But most of the GCPD is focused here.
And we have a very small department of detectives. Eli and I are a third of it. And we’re good, very good, at our job. Maybe because we enjoy it, or enjoy making the County safer. Whatever. Billings trusts us and Emery trusts him.
She doesn’t like me at all. Maybe because I fucked her a few years ago, when she was a hot shot ADA, working to close the case that would eventually win her the Mayor’s office.
At the time, I thought it was fun. No strings. Good release after another shitty day in court.
Looking back, though.
Abbi Emery didn’t believe in no strings. She never had. She wanted something.
She wanted Brandon Archer in her bed and on her arm.
And that? Yeah. That didn’t sit with me. I wasn’t arm candy. I wasn’t here to make a pretty, ambitious, bitch happy.
Eli said that all the shit with Abbi was my own damn fault because I can’t keep my dick in my pants.
He’s probably right.
But. You know. Sex.
“We’d like you to look into this,” Billings says, sliding a file across his desk. I let Eli pick it up, and watch him skim it. His face tightens.
Eli hates when we investigate the prostitutes. He says it’s wrong to target victims and paint them as criminals. Peter says it’s hard to call them victims when they’re breaking the law.
And I tend to agree with Eli. But. We do our job.
“Sir, we do this every year. Nothing ever comes of it.” Eli says stiffly. “Why are we wasting our time?”
“Because your Mayor told you to,” Abbi says, her voice silky.
Shit.
“No offense, Abbi, but we don’t take our orders from you,” I say, leaning back and linking my hands behind my head.
“I don’t want you to just drag in the working girls,” Billings says, cutting in before Abbi can lose her shit completely. “I want you to turn one.”
I glance at Eli quickly and see the same curiosity in his eyes.
Because this is new.
“You want us to make a working girl an informant?” I say, carefully. “Chief, the girls—that’s dangerous as fuck.”
He nods at the file. “We had three girls killed in the past year, Archer. We can’t just ignore the problem because it’s dangerous. I want you to bring in a girl who can help us. As high in the trade as we can get to work with us. The new girls aren’t gonna do shit—all they can tell us is who their madam is.”
I arch an eyebrow. “How high are you hunting, Chief?”
He flashes me a smirk, all wolfish intensity. “The top of the food chain, Archer. The fucking top.”
I stare at him for a long moment and then nod. “Okay. But the girl gets clear. We aren’t trying to tie these kids up for doing what they have to do to survive.”
“They’re breaking the law,” Abbi drawls, and I frown over at her. She’s letting Chief lead this little dog and pony show so maybe she isn’t a complete fucking idiot, but I can see her struggling with it. With letting me and Eli run this.
“Why us?” I ask, abruptly.
They both freeze and Eli tenses at my side, sliding a glance at me.
He wants this. My brother has always felt for the girls who work Victory, who fuck they’re way through the soldiers to keep ahead of their bills or their addictions.
I feel for them, but it’s in a save the victims distant sorta way.
Eli cares.
He wants this case.
And I want to know why the fuck we got tapped for it.
“Because it’s a hard case and you’re the best to clear it. And because Beasley already has contacts there.”
I slide a quick searching look at Eli, see
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