Page 59 of Dirty

She sighed and sat down beside me. “I just don’t think he’s--”

“Have some faith in me, and give him a chance. But don’t wreck something that has the potential of being good for me.”

She looked at me. “Do you really like him?”

I nodded. “I do.”

“And you don’t think he’s just doing this to, you know. To--”

“To get in my pants?”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “For sex.”

“No,” I said adamantly. “I don’t.”

She gazed down at the floor and let out a sigh. After a long pause, she looked up. “Okay.

“So, you’ll apologize?”

“If you want me to.”

“I do.”

“Okay. I suppose I’ll have to, then.”

“Thank you.”

I wondered exactly what she said, and how Adam felt about it. Hopefully he’d accept her apology and we’d move on as if it never happened.

I turned to her with every intention of telling her how I felt about him, and when I did, the doorbell rang.

“That’s probably him,” I said.

She stood. “I doubt it.”

She walked to the door, peered through the peephole, and then looked at me.

“Who is it?” I asked.

She shrugged and pulled the door open.

“Good morning, Miss Hart. I’m detective Watson with the San Diego County Sheriff’s Department. How are you doing today?”

My stomach knotted into a ball.

“I’m uhhm. I’m good. Is there something wrong?”

“Wrong? No, there’s nothing wrong. I’ve just got a few questions,” he said. “Trying to close a case. Have you got a minute?”

Oh shit.

I hoped this day would never come. I wanted to go somewhere and hide, but there was nowhere I could go that he wouldn’t be able to see me. I buried my face in my hands and hoped she’d somehow convince him to leave.

“Uhhm. Sure. What can I do for you?”

“May I come in?”

No. Don’t let him…