Willow knew, of course, that fighter jets had strict height requirements for their pilots. That was exactly why, in her past life, she had asked him what kind of plane he flew on their first “date.”
He had answered succinctly, “Fighters.”
Then, looking at him skeptically, she had asked how tall he was.
“Six-foot-five,” he’d replied without blinking.
That's why she remembered his height so clearly.
The thing was, someone who was six-foot-five couldn't safely fly a fighter jet. But she had only just met him back then and didn’t know what he was like, so she hadn't pressed him on it.
And then there was the fact that Ryan had recently suggested she give Waller a model fighter jet as a thank-you gift…
“I'm sorry, I lied to you,” Waller said, guessing she was remembering their first meeting from her past life. He decided to apologize before she could say anything else.
He’d said it on purpose back then, hoping she would think he was an unreliable braggart and lose any interest in getting to know him.
Waller’s apology snapped Willow out of her thoughts. She looked at him with concern and asked, “So you've been reassigned?”
“Yeah,” Waller nodded, explaining, “I thought about it for two months and then applied to transfer to bombers. I passed the physical and overall assessment last month, and I started simulator training this month. That’s why my weekend schedule is so consistent lately.”
So that was it.
Willow glanced up and finally noticed the red flush on his ears.
Was he embarrassed because he had lied to her about it in their past life?
Willow smiled knowingly, but she also felt a pang of sympathy for him. “You loved flying fighters so much. It must have been hard being forced to switch because of your height.”
Thinking about it made Waller sigh in frustration. “I don't get it either. I'm a grown man, but I just keep getting taller.”
“I hope it stops soon,” he added. “Any taller, and I’ll probably be reassigned to ground duty.”
Had Beasley actually dared to have her silenced at the police station? The man was completely lawless.
“Come down to the station,” Ryan said. “We'll talk in person.”
“Okay!” After hanging up, Willow turned to Waller. “Zoe's dead. Ryan wants me at the police station now.”
“I'm coming with you.” Waller didn't wait for a reply. He grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and strode ahead to get the car.
Willow hurried to keep up.
Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the police station.
Ryan was waiting for them at the entrance.
“How could this happen? What was the cause of death?” Willow asked as soon as she saw him, desperate for details.

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