“Fucking Asshole,” I muttered under my breath, glaring at the man standing before me.
“Hey now, I didn’t say anything this time,” Duncan responded from behind me.
“Not you, the other asshole.” Before he could say another word, I was out of the car, approaching the back to escort Duncan to the questioning room.
“Good job. Looks like you caught our guy.”
“Our guy? OUR GUY! You’re the one standing here eating a doughnut while the rest of us were out there working our asses off to bring him in.”
“Did you really have to try that hard, Deputy Rooker? Looks like he came in pretty easy from where I’m standing. Good job. I knew you were the right deputy to escort him here.”
“Escort? ESCORT! Damn it, Hollender, you’re letting this “acting” sheriff thing get to your head. You should’ve been out there with us.”
“Why did something go wrong?”
“Well, no…”
“Exactly. The Celestial Sons MC is a bunch of pussy-ass bikers that believe in non-violence and all that bullshit. You were fine. If I thought for even a millisecond that something violent would’ve gone down, I would’ve gone down there myself. But this was an easy arrest. Perfect for someone like you.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean? And while I’m questioning shit; if they believe in non-violence then why am I hauling their VP in on murder charges?” I glared at Hollender, refusing to back down.
He shrugged. “Guess there’s always one bad apple in the bunch. Take him into the questioning room. We need to make sure to get to him before his lawyer gets here.”
“Why?”
“Because once the lawyer gets here, they will tell him to not say anything incriminating, and right now we need something incriminating to back our arrest.”
“Isn’t the gun enough?”
Hollender waved a dismissive hand at me. “Yeah, that. Sure. Should be enough.”
He was acting fishy, almost like he was hiding something. My detective instincts were on high alert. What the hell was Hollender up to? Before I could question him further, he walked away from me, seeking out another officer to speak with.
Walking back to the vehicle, I unlocked the door and brought Duncan to his feet. “Come on, we’re taking you into questioning.”
He smirked, but walked alongside me without resisting. Hollander was right. This was probably the easiest arrest I’d ever made, and that fact wasn’t lost on me. Nothing was adding up. If he murdered someone, a pregnant woman at that, he would at least be putting up a fight, and he wasn’t fighting me at all.
I led him past the desks and straight into the questioning room, pushing him aggressively towards a chair once we were beyond the door. “Sit,” I ordered.
Duncan took the seat in front of me, his mesmerizing blue eyes glimmering with mischief and intrigue. “Yes, Ma’am.”
I sat across from him, my fingers drumming on the table while we held each other’s gazes, not saying a single word. When I finally broke the silence, he smirked. I was starting to despise how much that smirk turned me on.
“Where were you on the night of April 23rd?”
He stared at me intensely, there was something about his eyes that had me almost weak at the knees, but I was doing my best to push down the irritating feelings I was having toward him by biting the inside of my cheek, willing the lust to go away.
“I was at a wedding…”
“From what time to what time?”
He stared at me thoughtfully. “Until it ended.”
“Which was at what time?”
His eyes perused my face, his lip slightly twitching upwards. “I don’t remember.”
I rolled my eyes. “What happened after the wedding ceremony ended?”
