Abigail
"What do you mean he was moved?"
The officer behind the desk didn't bother meeting my glacial countenance from behind his computer screen.
His fingers tapped on the keyboard, unbothered. All that remained was a gum snapping in his teeth and he would be a perfect hotel receptionist.
With the way he was acting, you would think I and Annette came to beg for some loan or some shit like that.
Yesterday, Gavin had attacked me and the officers had agreed that I could give a proper statement, today.
So what the hell was this?
"Did you not hear us?" Annette snapped,
earning a few raised brows from others in the bullpen except for the jackass cop attending to us.
"He was transferred to another jurisdiction," he gritted out,his fingers slamming harder against the keys. I just knew he was typing a bunch of rubbish on the screen with how fast he was typing. "That's all I'm authorized to tell you."
