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“On whose orders was that information restricted?”

He flew a hand over his head. “Above my pay grade.”

“Bullshit. You’re top brass now.”

My mind sprinted over the possibilities. Genevieve’s friend had been killed in such a specific way that I’d taken it as a message to me, but this new evidence was a smoking gun. A motive for someone to take action then hide the evidence at the very highest level. I couldn’t make the link back to my world. That was the infuriating part.

The chief constable only shrugged. “Like I said, above my pay grade. If you’re smart, you’ll leave this alone. She was a nobody, and no one gives a fuck about dead hookers. Give me a couple of hours and a recorded interview, and you’ll be released without charge, and I can get to bed. Everyone’s happy.”

That was where he was wrong. I cared, and so did Genevieve and my crew.

This was yet another body to add to our count.

Chapter 36

Genevieve

The five of us took over Arran’s office, Riordan and me at the big desk, and Jamieson leading Cassie to a sofa that had miraculously appeared at the back of the room, a new lamp lighting the corner.

My heart melted. I’d mentioned to Arran how austere his office was, and now this.

From the doorway, Shade pointed a finger between us. “Stay. Here. None of ye move while I secure the building. There will be a guard on the door, and cameras are watching. If ye, brother dearest, make one wrong move then Jamieson will escort your arse outside and set ye on fire. Got me?”

To mark the point, Jamieson flicked his lighter wheel. Riordan swivelled his cuffed hands behind his back to stick a middle finger up to Shade.

“Can you at least remove the handcuffs?” I asked him.

“Your brother is a member of a rival gang. So no.”

Riordan snorted. “Fuck that.”

“Yeah, well, Arran will want to meet you all the same. You broke into his club and tried to take his woman.”

“She’s my sister and is owed my protection. Plus I walked straight in the front door. If you really thought I was a gang member, your security is shit.”

Cassie gave a happy sigh, her head on her hands, her gaze never leaving him.

“Whatever. My word stands. Cuffs on and under watch until Arran returns. He can decide what to do with his new brother-in-law.” The enforcer left us.

Jamieson turned back to his sister. “Cass, help me out here. Start with what the fuck you were doing with that attention-seeking bullshit. You’ve scared us all shitless.”

Riordan tapped my foot with his. “Are you okay?”

“Of course. Are you?”

“You’re the one in this place. What happened?”

“I’m here because I want to be. I wasn’t kidnapped.”

He studied me, looking so much like our mother, it almost hurt. The fact he was over six foot and she had been my height made no difference when he shared her green eyes. They crinkled around the edges in concern.

“What was I supposed to think? You were seen with these people, and you told me you were staying with friends, which was an obvious lie. We needed the money so we didn’t lose the flat, and there was only one conclusion I could reach.”

“That I’d sold myself?”

His worried gaze soaked me in. “Did you?”

“No. I am staying here, though, but because I’m dating the man who runs it.”

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