Chapter 164

Sullivan

"We were out at the Gentry's again last night." Ransom throws some paperwork onto my desk the next morning.

"Did she press charges?"

He gives me a look. "What do you think? She's scared to death of that prick, and he fucking gets off on it."

"This is the part I hate about being a cop." I pick up the papers he dropped. "You can want to help people all day long, but until they're ready to accept it there's not a goddamn thing you can do."

"I know, it's a bitch."

"Is this for the auction?" I'm flipping through what looks to be a consent form.

"Yeah, Whitney was over at the house yesterday, and apparently my job in helping with this fundraiser is doing all her paperwork delivery."

"I mean she does watch your kid," I remind him.

"She does, but she's the grandparent. It should be her honor."

A laugh-sigh breaks through my mouth. "You think real highly of yourself, don't you?"

"Hey, if I don't, who else will? Be sure to fill that out, stick it in my box, and I'