whether or not she’d get the opportunity to plea bargain.
The thought of gorgeous Allie behind bars brought pain to
his heart. She didn’t look like the type who’d make it very long in jail. The
women would eat her alive. She’d become someone’s bitch before long.
Tony shook the image from his mind. The urge to protect her
raged through his body. He couldn’t. He had to get to the bottom of this drug
operation and somewhere in the middle of all of it was Allie.
Cathy was taking longer than she expected so Tony went
upstairs to check on his prisoner. She was giving Harold a hard time. When he
approached her he noticed her fingers were black from finger printing. He
wondered if her prints brought back any results.
He picked up the file and glanced it over.
“Is Harold treating you all right?” He knew the answer, but
wanted her to feel a little relaxed.
She ignored him. That was fine by him. He’d rather not have
to listen to her pleas. He knew without a doubt he’d be torn to shreds over his
desire to let her go.
“She’s clean,” Harold said coming up behind Tony.
“Ha,” she snorted.
“We’ve got nothing on her prints.”
Tony threw the file down on the desk.
“Cathy is testing the drugs I brought in. We should be able
to nail her with what we got. Maybe you should put her in an interrogation
room.”
She laughed.
Tony was bothered by her sudden need to laugh at everything
he said. Was she challenging him to break her? Allie didn’t know who she was
dealing with. Tony was the best they had. Besides Dale, when they wanted a
suspect to crack they came to Tony. He always got the answers he wanted.
The phone rang and Harold answered it. He spoke in hushed
tones and then hung up.
“I’ll put her in three. Cathy wants you downstairs.”
“Great. This case might be over in the next few hours.” He
rushed off, but Allie’s words left a sick chill inside him.
“Good luck with that.”
Tony ran down the stairs to find Cathy.
“Sorry Tony, we’ve got nothing.”
“What? What are you talking about nothing? I brought you a
ton of bags.”
“All medications. They run the gamut from acid reflux to
migraine pills. Nothing illegal about any of them.”
“Son of a bitch! Are you sure? One hundred percent,
absolutely sure?”
“It’s not rocket science. I know illegal drugs and these
aren’t any. Your perp is only guilty of having a few medical conditions that
need treatment. My suggestion is give these back to her and apologize profusely
for the mix-up.”
“Shit. I thought for sure this was the break we’d been
looking for.”
“It would’ve been nice, but she’s not a drug peddler. Just
an innocent woman.”
“Crap.” Now he felt like a heel. How the hell was he going
to explain himself to her? His cover was blown. She knew he was an undercover
cop. He had to do some quick thinking so she didn’t go ruining their operation.
With his tail between his legs he went to interrogation room
three. Harold had left her sitting in there alone, no handcuffs. It was just as
well because she wasn’t guilty of anything. Why the hell hadn’t she told him
they were prescription pills?
“Allie, look I’m really sorry about the confusion.”
Her head spun like the girl in ‘The Exorcist’, venom spewed
from her mouth.
“Confusion? You dragged me down here without asking me what
was in the bags. Did you even listen when I tried to explain?”
His head was hung low. He couldn’t look her in those blue
eyes and see the hurt he’d caused.
“I thought I witnessed you doing a drug exchange with the
guy you claimed was the dog owner.”
“He was the dog owner.” She pounded her fist on the table.
“He had a headache. I gave him something for it.”
“Why are all your pills in little baggies? Those are the
type drug dealers use you know.”
She laughed an evil chuckle.
“My pill box shattered and it was all I could find in the
house. I need to take those meds pretty