Chapter 31:
"Captain," Flynn said, trying to keep his tone casual, "this is Sergeant Wright…"
"Great," Sharon said quickly and approached him. "Can I get an update on Ms. Smith?"
Wright looked at Flynn hesitantly, and then back at Sharon. "Excuse me," she muttered and rushed to the door.
"Nothing yet," Flynn said as the door closed behind Wright.
"Okay," Sharon said and turned towards the door, but he grabbed her arm and she had to turn back to him.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked without releasing her.
"Nothing. Can I have my arm back?"
"Are you… jealous?" he asked doubtfully. It was hard for him to believe, but there was no other explanation for her behavior.
"What? No."
"Is it so hard for you to trust me?" he examined her face, but it was blank as always.
"I didn't say anything," she pulled her arm out of his grip.
"You didn't have to," he scoffed and sat back down on the chair, looking somewhat desperate. Sharon looked at him for a moment, feeling guilty. She was giving him a hard time because of her own insecurities, and he didn't really do anything. "You can see what's going on in the other room from here," he muttered and pointed at the laptop on the table without looking at her. She walked towards the table, but instead of watching the computer screen, she came very close to Flynn and he looked up at her. "Look, I know I haven't said it clearly," he started, "but I really do…"
Sharon bent down and kissed his lips before he could complete the sentence. She knew how he felt about her, but it terrified her to talk about it. "Forget about it," she whispered before kissing him again. Her perfume filled his lungs with the sweet smell he liked so much. Her presence along with that smell always made good memories of them together flood his mind. After a few seconds she stood straight again and moved to the other chair so she can look at the screen comfortably.
"You're never gonna let me say it, right?" he shook his head. Her eyes moved from the screen to his face for a second and then returned to the screen. Flynn got up, moved his chair next to her and sat back down. Her smell surrounded him again, and for a moment he wished they were there alone.
"Stop staring at me," she muttered, still looking at the screen. Flynn smiled and kissed her cheek. A little smiled appeared on her lips for a second, but then she saw Sanchez getting out of the other room. "Move," she said quickly and pointed at the screen. Flynn looked at it and moved his chair right away. He placed it back across the table just as Sanchez entered the room.
"Captain, were you listening?" he asked, pointing at the laptop.
"Uh…" she stuttered, "no, I was just getting an update from Lieutenant Flynn."
"What update?" Sanchez asked, as nothing happened up until now.
Sharon remained quiet for a moment. There was no way of answering his question. "What's up?" she asked eventually, trying to move forward with the conversation.
"Smith just said she was there on the murder of our first victim, and heard Charlie Hernandez bragging about killing Adama. She was waiting in the car with Andres Alves on the first murder, so she saw everything."
"Did she give you any details on the John Doe?" Sharon asked as she stood up.
"No. She says she wants to enter the witness protection program before she tells us everything."
"Great," Flynn rolled his eyes, "now we have to call the FBI."
"I was going to do it tomorrow anyway," Sharon said and Sanchez nodded. "Okay, Detective, thank you. You can go home and rest, you've done enough. Lieutenant Flynn will stay here until the end of your shift." Sanchez thanked her and said goodnight hastily before leaving the room. Sharon looked at Flynn with a mischievous smile and grabbed her purse, which was hanging on the chair's backrest. "Goodnight," she said and walked to the door.
"You're kidding," he said, annoyed. He expected her to stay with him, but she only smiled at him as she opened the door and left the room. She said goodbye to the officers guarding the rooms, and climbed down the flight of stairs that led to the dark parking lot. After crossing it, she stood by her car and roamed in her purse in search of the car keys. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her arm and turned her around aggressively, pinning her to the car. Before she knew what was happening, another hand closed on her throat and Richard's face was inches from hers.
"What are you doing?!" she barely had enough air to say it while trying to push his hands away.
"Drop this fucking case, or I will kill you," he said quietly, but his tone was frightening. "Did you hear me?"