IT WAS LATE in the evening by the time the trio returned to the police station. Once Gideon parked the car, Tony got out and stomped away, putting on his jacket.
"Where do you think you're going?" Wilson got out and shouted. "Masters! Masters, get back here!"
Masters said nothing and kept walking away. Mercedes was more understanding since he had just lost his only family.
"Maybe give him some space." She told Wilson.
"I don't need 250 pounds of frontier justice tearing up this town." He shot back and shut the door. "Follow him, make sure he doesn't ruin our case."
"Why me?"
"Outside the morgue, he actually listened to you."
"And what if he doesn't now?"
Wilson walked back into the station. "Shoot him."
Mercedes stood outside her car and let out a breath. Turning around, she stared into the dimly lit road before returning to her cruiser.
Mercedes drove slowly through the town. In the distance, she could see Masters strolling by, his face serious and steps heavy. She kept tailing him as her boss instructed.
She made the left into another street. To her surprise, Masters was nowhere to be found. The blonde raised a brow and scoffed. How could she have lost him so quickly?
The officer kept going as she glanced out her window. Upon looking back ahead, she spotted the tall man in front of her and braked hard before she could hit him.
"Shit!" She cursed.
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Tony was stern, standing menacingly with a stare like Michael Myers. Still, Mercedes got out of her vehicle and approached him with zero fear.
"The hell? I could have hit you."
"I don't need a babysitter, and I don't need you screwing up my investigation."
She scoffed and stepped closer, getting right into his face and looking up at the tall man.
"Okay, first...this is not your investigation. Second, babysitting some giant vagrant is hardly my dream assignment. I could be out there looking for who killed your brother. So stand down and let me do my job, because I'm very good at it."
"If you were very good at it, you wouldn't have been trying to follow a man on foot in a police car." He shot back.
There was a beat as they stood in the middle of the road, staring at each other. Mercedes finally responded.
"I figure your plan's to go to Walker's house and dig your thumb into his eye until he tells you why he confessed to a murder he didn't commit."
