James raised an eyebrow, so subtly it was barely noticeable.
Sure, the military had plenty on Claudia, but that woman was slippery. She always covered her tracks, never left a loose end, and somehow managed to dump the blame on someone else every single time. Real evidence that could actually put her away was almost non-existent.
James kept his face neutral, but he let just a hint of sarcasm slip into his voice, testing the waters.
“Claudia? She’s just a woman. What kind of dirty secrets could she possibly have?”
Dean let out a laugh, the kind that said, You’re really not as clever as you think. He looked James straight in the eye, slowly running his tongue along his back teeth before smirking.
“You want to know? Take me to see Emmy, and maybe I’ll spill.”
James’s expression turned icy in an instant.
He stood up, towering over Dean, every inch the intimidating officer in his perfectly pressed uniform.
“I’ve said all I’m going to say today.”
He adjusted his already flawless sleeve, voice cold as steel.
“You’ve got three days to think it over.”
He picked up his tablet and headed for the door.
He barely made it a few steps before Dean’s voice called out, tight with barely controlled anger.
“Don’t bother. I’ve already made up my mind.”
James stopped, but didn’t look back.
“I’ll cooperate.”
Dean’s voice was hard. “But listen to me, this isn’t because you’ve got some ridiculous evidence on me.”
“As an American, fighting drug dealers is everyone’s job. Not just yours, James.”
“And besides—They hurt the person I care about most.”
“Every last one of those bastards deserves what’s coming to them.”
James turned his head, meeting Dean’s eyes.
“Thank you for cooperating.”
His tone was calm, almost emotionless, which just made Dean more pissed off.
“But let’s get one thing straight,” Dean’s voice was ice. “I’m still going to get Emmy back.”


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