Eight years. For eight years, I'd been stuck behind a desk doing administrative work. All I'd ever wanted was to be out in the field, hunting down fugitives, the way my parents had.
I'd submitted seven transfer requests. Every single one had been denied.
Because I didn't have the physical skills to hold my own. So over those eight years, I'd trained in every form of martial arts I could find, earned every certification available, all building toward one goal: avenging my parents.
"Jasmine, I need you to look into Eleanor Lambert's background for me."
The next time Paul appeared was three days later. His eyes were bloodshot.
"Jessica Pruitt, you vicious woman. If you hadn't cracked open the back of Ellie's skull, she never would have ended up paralyzed from the waist down."
I froze. Eleanor was paralyzed?
She'd been standing right in front of me the day I woke up, playing her sweet little act. Now she was paralyzed?
"Since I'm so vicious, let's just get a divorce."
I'd been racking my brain for a way to bring it up. Since he'd come to me first, I might as well settle everything at once.