out of her.
The door creaked open, and she peered out. He waited until she stepped outside before grabbing her wrist, forcing her hands behind her back, cuffing her, and turning her around to face him. “Want to tell me what you were doing inside?”
“Nope.”
“Two choices. I can take you to the station and let the local cops deal with you or you can tell me what you were doing here.” He narrowed his eyes and waited for her to answer. “Which is it going to be?”
“Fine. I’ll tell you.”
“There’s a diner down the street. You can explain over dessert and coffee.”
“Are you going to take the handcuffs off?”
“When we get there. I don’t trust you not to run.”
She huffed out a breath of air and growled under her breath. A sudden desire to kiss her came over him. Not trusting himself, he took her by the arm and led her to his car. Once she was secured in the passenger seat, he pulled away.
“How did you know I was inside?”
“Your vehicle was parked on the side street.”
“You recognized my Jeep?”
“I’m observant like that.”
“Why didn’t you look for me when you were inside?”
“With all those witnesses, I would’ve had to take you in for breaking and entering.” He started the car and pulled out of the lot. “I hoped I could avoid that nonsense and find out the reason you’d felt it necessary to see Johan Marcus’ body before it was prettied up.”
“I told you already. I think he was murdered, so I was looking for proof.”
“You didn’t trust the coroner?”
“Isn’t he the same coroner who suggested the overdoses were accidental?”
“Touché.”
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