I was furious. As I sat in my car, contemplating where to go, I fired off a text to Nicky.

'Are you available? We should meet.'

I waited for his response, sweating in the sweltering heat. I was fuming. How dare Hale treat me this way? He's desperate for my touch one night and the next day he expects me to adhere to his nonexistent code of professionalism? It was ridiculous. I should turn him in right now.

I knew he was a vicious murderer. I didn't know how I ...