Chapter 93

“You called the cops?” her ex shouted in accusation, like he was shocked she would do that to him.

It had to be the drink talking, because if he’d been sober, he would have known she would never put up with his crap.

She yanked the door open. “I don’t want you in the house and you shouldn’t be driving.”

“Cunt! I’ll be back…and you’ll be sorry.”

“That’s enough, buddy,” a cop snarled as he cuffed Cash. “You’re coming to the station.”

“What? No. Fuck that. Fuck you!” He struggled to no avail as one cop took him away. Another exited his vehicle to assist.

As the sounds of his struggles dimmed, Hallie stirred again, this time seeking food in her sleep. The cop remaining on her porch flashed her an understanding smile. “I’m Officer Mills, ma’am. My wife is breastfeeding our newborn, too. You need a few minutes?”

“I think so. She’s past due.”

“I can wait. Then I’ll need to ask you a few questions. Until then, I’ll go, um…help with him. You kn