all the pictures he had taken of the judge.
“Rylie, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and I’m really not in a position to do anything with these pictures. I’m practically the laughing stock of the department right now, and I don’t think I’ll survive another mess. I’m in over my head, and I’m not really sure what to do. It’s none of my business if a judge wants to screw around on his wife. Here are all the pictures I took. I want to put this behind me. Can you help me out?” Bobby handed the envelope over to Rylie who struggled to mask his delight. He had a “this is easier than I thought it would be” look on his face.
“I hear you, kid. I was going to warn you if you want a career in this town this isn’t the way to go about it. I’ve got some guys I can trust, and I’ll pass these pictures along to them. They’ll look into it, and if there is anything, and I mean anything, going on here they’ll handle it. You don’t need to be a superhero. Keep your head down and do your job. Messing around with stuff like this will get you or someone you love hurt. A pretty girl like that in there, it would be shame to see anything happen to her.” Rylie tucked the envelope into his jacket pocket and put his cap back on his head. Rain started to sprinkle down and a rumble of thunder sounded in the distance. “I’m out of here, kid, before this storm starts. It’s supposed to be a bad one. You made the right call though. See you in the morning at the precinct.”
It took an enormous amount of self-control for Bobby to not get in his car and run the man down. He was a slimy, arrogant, corrupt bastard who didn’t deserve to wear that uniform. He stood outside for a few minutes after Rylie pulled away and tried to calm himself down.
Even with the extra time outside Bobby couldn’t help but storm down the hallway boiling with rage as he made his way back to Jules. “I’ve told you so many times it’s not safe to be here by yourself with the door unlocked. You need to change your schedule so that you’re not a sitting duck in this big building. Someone could come in here, murder you, and no one would even hear you scream. This is the last time I’m going to warn you about it. You’re smarter than this, Jules.” Bobby’s face was red and his voice was a booming echo in the large empty building.
Jules had initially jumped at the sound of Bobby’s voice but her fear turned quickly to annoyance. They’d had this argument many times before, but it was the first time Bobby had been so resolute about it. She rolled her eyes and returned back to her work as she spoke, “The only people who come in here at night are cops and lawyers. You’re acting like we live in a crime-ridden metropolis and I’m some kind of target.” Jules tucked the paperwork into a file and came out from behind the counter. She brushed past Bobby dismissively and headed for her office.
“Well maybe you should take your mom’s advice and stop trusting everyone wearing a uniform. All I’m saying is there has to be a better way to run this late shift on Thursdays.” Bobby was marching right behind Jules not letting her brush the situation off so easily.
“You’re the one always talking Ma out of that asinine conspiracy theory crap. You’re not my keeper, Bobby. I hear what you’re saying but I think you’re being a little over-protective. It’s sweet and all, but it’s getting old.” Before Bobby could retort, his phone rang and Piper’s name lit up his screen. Jules spun around and grabbed his wrist to see who was calling. “Wait, you still get to talk to Piper, but we have to give her space? I really like her, and I don’t understand why we haven’t seen or heard from her in two months. I already told you that if there is something going on between you guys I’m fine with it. You don’t need to keep her from me because you think it’s going to hurt my feelings or something twisted like that.”
“That’s not it Jules, give me a second.” Bobby shook Jules’s hand from his wrist and walked back out the