Dylan Cray would listen to her come hell or high water.She made her way slowly down the wooden pier, wishing she’d gone to her hotel to change instead of coming here straight from the lawyer’s office. Her suit and heels didn’t exactly mix well with the dock and the water below. But waiting could ...
He started to put more of the big brown bags that they now knew held cocaine into the boxes. "Reed, answer me." "Go in the other room, please." She dug her heels in, despite his order, and shook her head. "No way. Tell me exactly what's going on, right now." "Leslie, this isn't your investigation...