Page 51 of Wrapped in Silver

“I was told you are on leave, and was instructed that no communication devices are to be given to you at this time, until Lieutenant Ferraro has assessed the situation.”

Can’t say I didn’t try to be diplomatic.

I node slowly. “I see.”

“Hunnie, c’mon. Let’s watch some Bridgerton again. I know you didn’t love the last season, but—”

“No thank you, Mara. You have fun with that. I’ll go raid your fridge since there’s nothing else to do.”

“Go right ahead, sweetie.”

I open the fridge door so Reggie can only see my feet, if he’s looking, and quickly assess the back window and back door. Looks clear enough. It leads into their backyard where I’d have to hop a pretty high fence.

Good thing I’m somewhat athletic.

I hope Silver forgives me for getting some PD heat on myself, but I can’t have him thinking I betrayed him.

Okay.

My heart crawls into my throat like a throbbing slug. Anxiety squirms into my legs for what I’m about to do. Will they catch me?

How the fuck am I going to get a cab running around the streets in my ridiculous fuzzy socks? I guess I’ll find out.

Balancing the fridge door so it will stay open, I let go and make a quick run for it. One, two locks, then I’m out the screen door. I’m stomping down the stairs of an unfinished wooden porch, skipping two at a time.

“Hey!”An officer grabs me from out of nowhere.

Not Reggie. Someone else. Five o’clock shadow. Dark features. I’ve never seen him before, and his nose will never be this pretty again.

Whack!

I elbow him, spin, and knee his junk, only for Reggie to leap down all of the stairs and restrain my arms for the second time in twenty-four hours.

“Fuck.You.” I spit on his boots.

My arm goes numb twice as fast, and it feels like something might tear. Goddammit.

“Two cops,really?”I scowl, jerking in Reggie’s grasp as the other one stuffs a tissue up his nose.

“Ms. Dall. It’s for your safety,” the Greek-looking guy with a busted nose says.

“That’s called wasted resources!” As hot breath breathes down my neck, I have a mind to head butt Reggie and give him a matching nose bleed. I’ve been taught how to do it properly in self-defense class. Actually, I’m kind of proud of myself for not freezing up like I did with Dad.

Yeah… this is new.

Maybe it’s because of this chaotic situation, or maybe Silver. I don’t know, but I want to fight these two right now.

“Back in you go,” Reggie says, jerking me toward the stairs.

Both men are obviously annoyed, holding their tongues for the most part.

Two cops stationed at his house though…

What’s going on?

Uncle F was sweating profusely when he took me in the first place… because he’s in trouble. Money.Something.

What does that have to do withme?

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