Chapter 35. What We Owe Crystal

Wade POV

Rae was out the door before I had my second boot on.

By the time I reached the gate, she was standing at the open rear door of Kyle Hollister's cruiser with her hands on the roof. Crystal was in the back seat in handcuffs, mascara all over her face, sobbing so hard she couldn't get words out.

Kyle stood by the driver's door looking like a man who'd been awake since four.

"She walked into the station at five-thirty," he said to me. "Confessed to the door, the shop, all of it. I've got to book her. Procedure." He jerked his head toward the back seat. "Then she got a text on the drive over and lost her mind. Wouldn't stop screaming until I brought her up here."

Rae was holding Crystal's phone. She turned it toward me.

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