Something aboutherwas off.
Different.
The scene, everything. Everything felt off.
And,damn,my back hurt.
“Alright, listen, it’s up to you how smoothly this goes from here. You continue to fight me, that’s your choice. Because I can go all night. You got that, lady?”
A moment passed before I felt her arms go weak beneath my hold. A subtle submission, but a start. The moment felt like a delicate dance that I wasn’t sure how to navigate.
“Good girl. Now. Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to release you and you’re going to raise onto your knees and put your hands behind your back. You try to run again, I’ll have your ass back on the ground and in cuffs in under ten seconds flat. Got it?”
Her jaw twitched.
“First, you’re going to tell me your name.”
Her head twisted to the side, dismissing me.
“Jane Doe it is, then.”
I shifted off of her, gritting my teeth at the lightningshooting up my back. I yanked her torso up by her wrists. She didn’t like this.
“Sunny.” The single word spat out in a low, husky voice. She jerked out of my hold. “My name is Sunny.”
Sunny?Seriously?A woman with hair as dark as midnight, skin as pale as porcelain, and crimson lips as seductive as sin was named…Sunny?
“Last name?”
“Harper.”
Sunny Harper.
“Okay, Miss Harper. On your knees. Let’s go.” I reached for her armpit.
“Don’t touch me.”
“Don’t make me.”
She lifted herself from the ground and shifted onto her knees.
“Hands behind your back.”
She kneeled, shoulders back, her chin held high despite the tremble that had started the moment our bodies left contact.
“Wrists together, please.” It was the first time I’d ever used the word ‘please’ while cuffing someone.
Colson walked up, gaping at the victim on the ground feet away from us. Then, his narrowed eyes pinned the woman named Sunny Harper.
“You interview her yet?”
“No. Tried to run.” Emphasis ontried.
He looked back down at the dead body, then at the gun she’d dropped to the ground. “You mirandize her yet?” He asked me, leading me to believe that Erickson’s statement had suggested nothing innocent had happened here. On first look, Sunny Harper had killed the man on the ground.
“No,” I nodded to her arm. “She needs to be looked at by a medic before anything.”
She scoffed, “I don’t need to go to the?—”
