I’d had a long chat with my supervisor and explained the entirety of the situation with Tessa. He’d assured me that it wasn’t the big deal that the broadcast had made it out to be, and only encouraged me to keep her safe. I'd already made the call to the security firm and they were headed out tomorrow. I'd been a dumbass not to get this done before now, but at least she'd been safely locked up in my house. On the other hand, that's the last thing I wanted for her, to be locked up. Maybe we could move, head across the country. I was a good cop with a decent reputation, I also had family connections I could use if need be. The bottom line: I'd move for Tessa. If taking Tessa away was the only way to keep her safe, then I'd do that. I headed out the back door and down the porch, remembering the first time I'd had her in my arms and connected with her body a few nights ago. She was everything, and the thought of losing her was like a knife to my heart.
