His lips tugged in a smile.
How did hedothat?
I made myself exhale and breathe normally so I didn’t just pass out right then and there.
Pierce leaned toward Aiden, his blond hair looking more ruffled and shaggier than usual. “I had a nice long talk with Tessa Albertini.”
“Did you now?” Aiden drawled, his attention returning to Pierce.
What was it about the bad-boy Irishman that got to me? His hair was black and a bit too long, his eyes sharp and way too blue, and his body one that had been sculpted with a devastating attention with too much muscled detail. In other words, he was justtoo…everything.
And the fact that he’d saved my life when we had been kids would never leave me alone. No matter what happened, he would always have a place in my heart—and that was before we’d slept together, and I’d learned that those romance novels that promised multiple orgasms were actually based on fact and not fantasy.
Who knew? Now I did, and I didn’t want the fun to end.
But murder had a way of changing things, now didn’t it? I sighed.
Aiden’s lips twitched again as if we were on the same wavelength.
How did hedothat?
Pierce slapped his hand on the file. “Like I was saying, I talked to Tessa Albertini, and she said you shot Pucci. That she walked in right after you shot him.”
Aiden lifted one dark eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Pierce said, satisfaction thick in his tone.
I shook my head. Pierce had told me that Tessa hadn’t said a word, so he was trying to trick Aiden. Or get Aiden to say that Tess shot Danny. Turning two people against each other was an old police interrogation tactic, and Pierce could tell any lie he wanted.
Somehow, I figured Aiden already knew this. This wasn’t his first arrest—not by a long shot. Although, after our last escapade, when he’d saved my life again, after I’d saved his, he’d promised he was one of the good guys. Since that moment, I’d had plenty of fantasies starring him as an undercover FBI agent, but we’d checked out the FBI, DEA, and DHS, and Aiden Devlin didn’t work for any of them.
I stood closer to the glass, taking in his fallen Angel-like appearance. Just who was he?
“Devlin?” Pierce prodded.
Aiden flattened his injured hand on the cool metal table. “If Tessa walked in and saw me shoot the dead guy, how did she get the gun from me?” He leaned toward Pierce this time, his gaze intense. “The Albertini women are a tough bunch, a stubborn bunch, but even the tallest is half my size. You think Tess took the gun from me?”
“Are you confessing?” Pierce shot back.
“Nope,” Aiden said easily. “Just following your line of bullshit and trying to see how far you’d spin it.”
Pierce sat back. “Fine. Forget bullshit. How about you tell me what happened?”
I caught my breath again. Finally. What in the world had happened in that apartment?
“I don’t have anything to say about that,” Aiden said.
Damn it.
Pierce pounded the table with his fist. “Damn it, Devlin. I thought you left town. Then you show up back here, wearing a Lordes jacket and standing over a dead body. For the love of Christ, do the right thing and get Tessa Albertini off the hook here. Let’s start at the beginning. When did you get back?”
“Who said I left?” Aiden said.
I stilled, and my chest heated. Well, he’d certainly left me.
“I do,” Pierce said. “I’ve been watching for you, and I think you know it. You came back on the radar yesterday along with a whole new crew of Lordes motorcycle members—all moving into the Lorde apartment complex just outside of Timber City.”
I reared back. What? I truly had believed Aiden had left the Lordes or that he’d been using them for a job or something. That maybe he was a private detective actually on the right side of the law. What was happening?
