Black-Belt Cop Choked a Nurse in Sparring — Then Her Navy SEAL Past Made Him Regret It
Chapter 9
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It took 36.Quinn was already on the mat when she got there Wednesday evening, which wasn't his usual night. She stopped just inside the door when she saw him, recalibrated, and walked over anyway because she wasn't going to manage around him."You weren't here last Wednesday," she said, setting her bag down."I know," he said."Are you here because of the IA thing?"Quinn looked at her steadily. "Are you asking me if I filed the complaint?""I'm asking why you're here on a Wednesday."A long pause. "Garrett called me. Said there had been some official inquiries and he wanted people who knew what happened to be around in case anyone came by."She absorbed that. "He called you specifically?""He knows a little more about my background than I've shared in general."She looked at him. "How much more?"Quinn stood up from where he'd been sitting and picked up his water bottle. He looked like someone who was deciding something, and she'd been around enough people making genuine decisions to recognize the difference between that and performance."I spent 11 years with a special operations unit. Naval Special Warfare. I've been out for four years. I live in Denton because my sister lives in Denton and I needed somewhere to land." He said it simply, without weight, like he was reciting facts from a file he'd read so many times they'd stopped being personal. "Garrett knew me before, from a different context. He asked me to come in and keep an eye on things when the membership complaints started coming in about Rork. That was two months ago."Savannah was quiet for a moment. Outside, a car moved through the parking lot."So you were here because of Dale," she said."Initially."She wasn't sure what to do with the word initially, so she set it aside. "You filed the complaint through a federal portal.""I still have access to certain systems through a consulting arrangement," he said. "It's legitimate. The complaint is legitimate. I didn't fabricate anything.""I know you didn't," she said. "I was there."He looked at her. "You're not angry?""I'm trying to figure out how I feel about being watched without knowing it.""That's fair," he said."It is," she agreed. "Did you find anything else beyond what happened to me?"Quinn set his bottle down on the bench and sat back down. "Three other women in the last 18 months. Two left the gym without saying why. One filed a complaint internally with Garrett that got buried. One of them I tracked down, and she's willing to talk to IA." He paused. "Rork has also had two use-of-force incidents flagged within the department that were reviewed and closed. The closures were fast—faster than normal."The information landed with the particular weight of things you suspected but hadn't yet had confirmed. She sat down on the bench across from him. "Who closed them?" she asked."A senior officer in Rork's precinct, guy named Captain Hensley. They've known each other for a long time. It's not provable yet, but Sandoval is already looking at it.""You've been talking to Sandoval?""Yes."