Constable Campbell stepped out of his office and shook his head at me, as if he was disappointed.
“I haven’t done anything.” I crossed my arms.
He snorted. “We’re getting the video footage from the hotel, and if you didn’t fire a weapon in there, I’ll let you go,” he said, as if he was doing me a big fucking favor.
“How nice of you, Officer.”
“It’s Constable, and I thought so,” he said with a wink and a smirk before he went back into his office and closed the door.
Growling, I flopped back in my chair, but I wasn’t sure what else I could do. My choices were to sit here and wait for them to decide I hadn’t done anything—which I really hadn’t—or try to make a break for it. Considering no one was staring at me, I could probably get away with walking out the way I’d come in, but I would really be in trouble then. Constable Campbell had asked my name, and I hadn’t felt like I had any choice except to give him the real one.
“Ugh,” I grumped and knocked my head back against the wall. Three police officers walked past me. The station was small, and the room I sat in was a secretarial area with desks and two officers manning the phones and the window at the front. I stared as it registered what the cops had—our suitcases. Several more men traipsed past with even more luggage. They opened a door and went into a room, then dumped the suitcases on a long table. My stuff was across from the door, and I had a good view of it.
My face burned because whoever had tossed my things into my luggage hadn’t been very careful, and there was a piece of yellow silk hanging out of the spot where the zipper hadn’t been fully closed. They began to open the suitcases, as if they were planning to search them, and my stomach wobbled. They were acting like someone had done something really fucking terrible by firing a single shot in that hotel.
This was insane.
As far as I knew, no one had been hurt.
I was starting to understand why Legend didn’t want to deal with shooting anyone.
“Sir, you can’t waltz in here and do whatever you like,” a sharp voice said somewhere down the hallway. I glanced that direction and a thrill shot through me as Legend rounded a corner with a cop hot on his heels. She was rushing to keep up with his long legs.
“Like hell I can’t. You arrest him? He under arrest? No, then he doesn’t have to bloody sit back here. Did you offer him his calls? Tell him what he’s done wrong?”
She glared at him. “It’s not like that—”
“Take me to Finn now, or you’ll wish you had.”
“Was that a threat?” she demanded, pointing at him.
“Not yet! But if you take long enough....”
“Hey,” I said, waving weakly.
Legend glanced up and smiled at me. I’d never been so happy to see anyone in my entire life, and maybe it wasn’t something a Killough man should do, but as he got close to me, he opened his arms, and I jumped up and hugged him. I melted against his hard chest and it felt every bit as good to be this close to him as it had earlier. I’d always been very aware of my suit as the costume I wore to do my job, but something about him let me feel the same way I had when I’d been wearing nothing but that skimpy outfit. He stripped away everything else and left the real me standing here.
It was thrilling—and terrifying.
“I gotcha,” he murmured and held me close. “What happened, Lolly?”
“Someone shot at me, and they’re acting like it was my fault,” I grumped. “No one even died.”
“Oh, are they?” he asked quietly, and his tone gave me a shiver—and while it scared me, my cock loved it.
7
LEGEND
I spuntoward the constable standing behind me, warily staring between me and Finn as though assessing the situation. Finn was a new factor in our fun game ofcan you catch the bad guy?Any one of these constables knew perfectly well what had been done was dramatic and could be taken to court for misconduct, but the coppers around here enjoyed tormenting me. I didn’t know how they’d found out about the Killough boys being in town, but they clearly got word about something because they hadn’t hesitated in taking Finn to the station.
The copper behind me, Constable Sturgis, was a familiar face. While the coppers stayed away when they could, there were a few who liked pulling my tail to see if they could get a reaction. She was one of them.
“You want to tell me why you dragged my guest all the way down to this shithole?” I demanded, shifting to offer Sturgis a cold stare.
“Sir, please lower your voice,” she snapped, eyes narrowed. Height wise, she was nothing more than an ant, barely making it past my belly button, and she was a petite woman with a clear inferiority complex. Even though she straightened to make herself appear bigger, it didn’t do a thing for her.
“Do you hear me raising my voice?” I drawled, unimpressed. “No. I asked you a question, Constable Sturgis. Why has he been brought here?”
