My husband s:la:pped me over a trivial mistake—I stayed silent, but by morning I had already made a decision that changed everything between us.

feet away.

“The police union check clears Friday,” Lydia said, lowering her voice but not enough. “After that, the complaint file disappears.”

Victor waved a hand. “Already handled. Captain Rusk owes me.”

“And the woman from dispatch?”

“Paid off.”

“And your wife?”

He glanced at me, amused. “My wife knows her role.”

I kept arranging strawberries.

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