He crumples the flier and throws it at me. I catch it against my chest and gape at him. I literally hand him a lead, and he throws it aside? Sure, be mad about last night. Whatever. Arrest me. I don’t even care. But don’t throw out viable information because you don’t like who it came from. “Roane, please. You need to talk with this woman. I’m begging you.” He reaches forward, and for a second I think he’s going to press play on my phone, listen to Meredith tell her story again, but I’m wrong. Instead, he throws it across the room. It hits the door and falls, clattering to the carpet with a
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Bruh! Im gonna fucking commit a felony beating this cop in the ass! Where the fuck did all his training go? All he cares about is his fucking ego
