Sweet Little Lies

Chapter Sixty-Six

"Detective Gold." Harry greeted formally.

He had been pulled out of a meeting with a business partner when she had shown up at his work. The receptionist downstairs had called up to his secretary, Allison, who had hesitantly knocked on the door to his office. They were finishing up, so Harry sent the man home with a promise to reach out in a few days.

"I'm glad to see that you are unharmed." He told her.

There was still no news on who the casualties were in the attack on the station. Harry assumed that family had been notified, but they were keeping it from the press. Which made him think that someone important had been killed. Griffin was off getting the details of the explosion today. He would have a list of every person that was inside the precinct by the end of the work day, where the explosion originated from, and the registry for every new cop wearing a badge within the last year.

"I'm sure." Gold said flatly.

Gone was the ardent detective bent on cleaning up this city. In her place stood a woman bent on revenge.

Queenstown got to her fast, he thought.

"What can I help you with, detective?" He asked, sitting down in his chair.

"Where were you last night?" She sat stiffly, watching him like a hawk.

"I was home."

"Can anyone verify?"

Instinctually, his fingers found his wedding ring, twisting it around. "My wife."

Gold's lips tightened, "Anyone else?"

He acted confused, "Uh, the delivery driver?"

Last night, he had made sure their guards had let the teenager in so that way he could witness Harry in his house. There were timestamps now from when they called in their order and when it was delivered.

"You ordered in food?"

"Yes, it was a late night working after the storm kept us away from the office. Ivy and I were too exhausted to cook."

"From where?"

He paused, looking at her strangely, "Detective, what is this about?"

Gold tried to stare him down, make him uncomfortable, but Harry had enough practice in this. And against much more dangerous opponents.

She looked away first, then said, "We lost a lot of good people in that explosion. Someone needs to answer for it."

"I thought it was an accident?" He questioned, "The news said it was a gas leak."

"It was." She drew out her response, a new layer of emotion joining with the anger. Distrust. Repulsion. She did not like Harry, that much was clear.

"Then why are you asking for an alibi, Detective Gold?"

"Why do you think?" She challenged, leaning forward menacingly, "I know what you do, Styles. Who you are. I know this city has been under your's and your friend's control for years. The attack on the station was meant to warn us away, because you were getting scared of us getting too close."

"Uh," Harry backed away as if she was contagious, "I really have no clue what you're talking about, detective."

"Don't play dumb with me."

Gold's last bit of restraint had snapped. She was letting out far too much information. Harry knew it was bound to come. A new detective with bright eyes and hope for a legal and just future in a city where the devil reigns supreme was never going to last. She was too eager and naive for this responsibility, but he knew that every seasoned detective had resigned to the fact that they were never going to win.