Once Cixi reached home, she wasted no time.
The door had barely shut behind her when she dropped her purse onto the small table near the entrance, pulled out her phone, and dialled Officer Bill's number. Her fingers still felt faintly unsteady. Whether that had been from anger, frustration, or the memory of Cassian's mouth on hers, she did not wish to examine too closely.
The call rang only twice.
"Officer Bill," she breathed the moment he answered. "I am so sorry. I couldn't talk properly earlier when you called. I am free now." The apology rushed out of her at once. She had cut him off so abruptly before, and though she had done it out of panic, guilt had followed her all the way home.
On the other end, Bill's voice came warm and steady, carrying that simple concern that never seemed forced. "No worries. I called to let you know I found the right person who might be able to help us."
Cixi straightened a little.
Help!
