Page 58 of An Epic Voyage
“Too late.These cuffs are cutting off circulation to my hands.”
A flash of emotion crossed his face, and then it was gone.She was pretty sure it was guilt.“I didn’t want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice.You are under arrest.You have the right to remain silent—”
Oh, for the love of all things holy.“I hate to burst your bubble, Serpico.Rent-a-cops can’t Mirandize people.”
He reached into his back pocket and flipped open a badge.“They can’t, but federal agents can.”
Well, hell.
Chapter Seventeen
Griffin’s eye throbbed, and that irritated him.He was pretty sure he’d have a shiner.Thank goodness Indigo had taken off her shoes.He should’ve anticipated her playing dirty and secured her feet.Hindsight, and all that.
He hadn’t wanted to blow his cover, but she’d given him no choice.He’d have a helicopter here as soon as possible to whisk her away into federal custody until he could find what he was looking for.She might not answer his questions, but the FBI had experts who would pry the information from her one way or another.That wasn’t something he wanted to consider, so he shoved the thought to the back of his mind.
What was she after?Who had sent her?She was hiding something but was being frustratingly tight-lipped.
Griffin hated keeping the cuffs on her.He’d tried not to secure them too tightly, but she’d already proven she could get out of them easily.Still, it would be cruel to keep them on her the entire time they rode out the hurricane.He’d have to figure out another way to restrain her.He needed sleep, but he wouldn’t be able to close his eyes around her if she were free.No doubt she wouldn’t hesitate to smother him with a pillow.
Then he remembered she’d drugged him and thought maybe she could keep them on.
Griffin felt like a jackass when he woke up and realized what had happened.He’d let his attraction to her impede a case.He’d known better than to kiss her, but he hadn’t been able to stop himself.Now he was paying the price.
Griffin glanced at the television.The storm was still on its way and was expected to hit sometime tomorrow.He had perhaps two days to search, so he needed to expedite the process.
“Who do you work for?”
“The owners of Epic Beauty Salon in Boston, Massachusetts, in the United States of America, on the planet Earth, inside the Milky Way Galaxy—”
“Stop with the sarcasm, Indigo.Don’t you get it?You are in significant trouble here.Now, answer my questions.Did your bosses give you the weaponized lip gloss?”
“In fact, they did.”
He walked over and picked up her makeup case, then set it on the table in front of her.“What else will I find when I open this?A brush that shoots bullets?”
“That would be the curling iron.”
