That’s a scenario I’m all too familiar with, it’s how he was able to arrest me almost six months ago. I fought with Drew about me being the one to take point on the investigation, but as he so eloquently put it: becoming friends with her would be much less hurtful than him hitting on her, ultimately breaking her heart when she is arrested. I got a job as a waitress where Licia works after school and on weekends as a way of getting close to her. They weren’t exactly the most resourceful when it came to fleeing. We lost her and her parents when we started in Rockford, but it only took us a few weeks to track the Johns family to the next town over. We’ve been investigating our target, a sixteen-year-old named Licia, for three months. I do it because I have to, not because I want to. How he finds arresting people – for a defect that he also has – exciting is beyond me. “It’s your first arrest, you should be excited,” he says, walking towards me to pass me the cup. I sit up in bed, my hand reaching for the coffee. I’m still getting used to pretending to be married to him, though. He brings me a cup of coffee and I don’t berate him. Living with my ex-boyfriend was weird in the beginning, but I’ve become accustomed to having him wake me each day in a similar manner. “Today’s the big day,” Drew says excitedly, standing at the entrance to my bedroom and holding a cup of coffee.
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