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    I’m about to leave the room when I notice that the nameplate on my desk has been moved. With an annoyed grunt, I adjust the metal so Lieutenant Kasper Grant is perfectly straight. Whichever fucking asshole did this, I’m going to hurt. A smile plays at my lips knowing it was probably Rhodes. I’ll get the prick back later.
    I shut my office door and lock it before striding down the hallway. As I pass Chief’s doorway, he calls out to me.
    “Ghost, can you come here a second?”
    With a sigh, I turn and stride into his office. His face is contorted into a frown as he stares at his phone. I wait patiently until his features relax, and then he regards me, a brilliant bullshit smile on his face. He thinks he can fool me along with everyone else. But he forgets that I’ve known him forever. I know his shiny smiles and easygoing personality are anything but genuine. They’re forced. All a part of what comes with his prestigious job as police chief. Who the hell am I to judge, though? People change. Apparently Logan wants to be someone nicer now. He’s got the whole town fooled, so I guess he’s doing a pretty damn good job.
    “You headed home?” he asks as he tucks his phone into the breast pocket of his white button-up dress shirt. The pin on his shirt that displays his name, Chief Logan Baldwin, sits neat and straight. It’s one of the reasons I get along with Logan. He too sees the value in the details. Together, we’ve brainstormed on some tricky-ass cases and had found answers many of our detectives have overlooked. I may not believe his plastic smiles, but he’s a damn good cop. That I can respect.
    “I’m going to head up to The Joint and visit Mom for a bit,” I tell him as I run my fingers through my overgrown, almost black hair. I need to get it cut but ever since I fucked Regina over the product bar of the salon after hours a couple of weeks ago, she’s been clingy and downright stalking my ass. If I go in to get my hair cut, she’ll want to suck my dick or who knows what else. And quite frankly, she wasn’t very good at it the first time. I’m not eager for a second go. I’ll just have to take my ass to Quick Cuts or have Ashley do it next time I visit.
    “Ah, The Joint. Dale going to be there?” he questions, his brows furrowing. We both fucking hate Dale. Due to a conflict of interest, I’m not allowed to personally haul Dale in, being that he’s my stepfather and all. But, on the several occasions, when he’s whipped up on Mom, and she’s called me crying, I’ve had Logan handle the hauling for me. It’s one thing for your boss to know you’re the product of a white trash family. It’s a whole other thing for all of your subordinates to know, too. Most of these assholes don’t like taking orders from “the kid,” as some of them call me. If they knew about my fucked-up family, they’d be more than glad to hold that over my head and I’d lose any and all respect that I’ve worked my ass off to gain. So Logan steps in when I need him to and I owe him big for that.
    “Probably. I’ll try not to kill him,” I joke. “What do you need?”
    “Can you ride by Jimmy Salem’s building? He’s out of town on business. Called and said one of his neighbors told him she’d seen some kids trying to break in. Probably just that, kids, but take a look for me, will you? Jimmy and I go way back, so I told him we’d check it out. I’d do it myself but I have to deal with something rather urgent.” He stands and slides on his jacket.
    “Sure,” I tell him as I turn to leave. “See you tomorrow.”
    His desk phone rings and soon, he’s barking out orders to one of the uniforms. Leaving him to deal with the issue on his own, I stride out of the building toward my department-issued Camaro. Logan and I drive the only two unmarked police cars in the department, whereas the rest of the guys drive typical squad cars. When he’d handed me the keys to the black muscle