Officer Asshole looked him over. “Yeah, we’re in the middle of questioning.”
I saw the recognition in his eyes when he looked at Noah. Anyone with an ounce of love for football would recognize my Noah immediately. While he now worked as a scout for the North Carolina Razorbacks, people knew him for his fame with the Centaurs. He’d only retired two years before after an injury, and he’d also done a number of ads for Calvin Klein. The previous year, if Noah wasn’t on a billboard somewhere, he was in magazines or on TV. The man was famous, so Officer Asshole would have definitely recognized him.
“You charging her with something?”
“No. Not yet.”
“Not yet?” Noah’s voice took on a stern edge, one the officer did not like.
“That’s what I said.”
“Okay then, when you figure out what that thing is, let us know. I’ve arranged for the rental company—which we will be suing—to fax over the details on the car to your precinct, and I’ve spoken to your captain and asked that he views CCTV for the area. We’re going now.” Noah looked him up and down.
I couldn’t help the feeling of triumph that surged through me.
Officer Asshole’s eyes widened and he looked like he was going to hit Noah.
It would have been some fight if he had, because I had to say the two were comparable in body, which made me think Officer Asshole definitely worked out hard, athlete style.
Noah took my hand, and without any further comment, we walked away.
