Page 67 of Sneak Attack

“I want a lawyer.”

Goddamn. She never did anything easy. “I can let you call one down at the station. So what’s it going to be? I test you and if you’re good, you head home, or I take you.”

Selma glared at me. “My dad can come get me.”

The hell he would. Irv spoiled her like crazy and he’d be piping mad to know I’d called the cops on her—but he’d be more than mad if she really was driving drunk. The man had sobered up nearly thirty years ago and hated alcohol.

“Sure.” I shrugged. Playing along. “I’ll call your dad, tell him you’re drunk, drove here, tried to take Jasper home with you while you’re behind the wheel and drunk—”

“Shut up.”

Her dad hated me, but he’d hate that more.

“What’s it going to be, Selma?” Grayson’s tone showed his impatience.

“Fine.” She glared at me again and stomped toward the stairs. “You can take me. Officer.”

She spit out the word and stomped all the way to his cruiser.

“What’s her problem tonight?” Grayson asked.

We weren’t close friends, and he’d been older than me in school, but it was his youngest sister who worked at BarkTown, and he’d had a brother in my grade. “She’s still pissed I won’t marry her.”

“Damn. Would love to know your secret to drive the ladies crazy like this.”

“Really?”

“Well no.” He chuckled and shook his head. “Not like that, no way.”

Figured. “So what now?”

“Now, I get her home. I could take her to the station and let her dry out, but you can always come in tomorrow and give a statement if you want. You pressing charges?”

“For what?”

“Disturbing the peace, driving impaired. Threats to kidnap your son.”

Tempting. “No. But I will come in and give a statement so it’s in writing. Want my security footage?”

“Not if you’re not pressing charges, but I’d download it somewhere safe if I were you in case anything else happens.”

“Right. Thanks again for coming out.”

“It’s the job. Take care and good luck on Sunday.”

“Thanks, Grayson.”

He was already walking toward the cruiser and lifted a hand in the air. He opened the front passenger door for Selma. She slumped into it, still scowling at him and when he wasn’t looking, gave me the finger. I shook my head at her, a little disappointed he didn’t throw her into the back seat like a criminal.

I stayed on the porch until the car was gone, until my racing heart had settled and until I figured I could talk to Eden without raising my voice to wake up Jasper.

It took a while, but I found the calmness inside of me eventually.

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The main floor was silent and without checking it was obvious Eden wasn’t still down there. No way would she stand back and hide once I told her I was calling the cops, but at least she’d stayed out of sight.

In the state Selma was in, she could have dived headfirst through the dining room windows had she caught a glimpse of Eden.

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