Page 62 of Freeing Denver
She rests her elbow on the bars. “Is this how you were with Holden Hayes? Y’know, before you killed him.”
I imitate a buzzer when an answer is wrong. “Incorrect, Detective. I was cleared of all charges.”
“You were cleared for your husband’s murder, too. Lots of men seem to die around you.” She winces dramatically. “I hope Colt Harland isn’t next.”
My smile vanishes and I lean close. “I don’t think he’ll be next, Detective.”
Quinn laughs. “Threatening me, Deluxe?”
“A harmless observation.” I saunter back to my bed.
“Marshall,” someone says from down the hall.
She turns on her heel and I call out, “If you’re heading out, I’d love a latte!”
I sit back down and wait. I may dislike the woman, but torturing her is at the very least entertaining.
And seeing her thunderous expression as she returns is like Christmas all over again.
She unlocks the cell. “You’re free to go.”
I cup my ear. “What was that?”
“Get out of the fucking cell, Denver.”
“I swear there’s an apology buried in there somewhere.” I stand and glide past her, winking.
My bravado slips when I see Colt in the waiting room. I rush over and wrap my arms around him. He lifts me, squeezing me tightly. “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” I whisper. He places me on my feet and cups my face.
“You’re sure? I’m sorry I couldn’t get you out sooner.”
“It’s okay …” My voice trails away, and I touch his split lip. “What happened? Were you fighting?”
He catches my hand gently, his gaze flicking behind me. “Let’s talk in the car.”
I turn to see Quinn watching us, arms folded, her glare a brand on my back. The door to the station opens.
“Ready to go when you are, boss,” Charlie announces.
“What are you doing here? Who’s with Holly?” I ask, my heart racing. “She isn’t alone? Is your mom alone, Colt?”
Colt rests his hand on my lower back. “Cain’s men are with them. Charlie wanted to be here.”
My heart slows slightly, but not enough to truly allow me to relax. Someone we know should be with Holly. I know he trusts Cain’s men, but what if they’ve been compromised and we don’t know?
“Denver,” Colt says softly. “I wouldn’t have allowed it if I didn’t think it was safe. It’ll be fine. They’ll be fine. I promise.”
Reluctantly, I nod.
“Hey, cutie,” Charlie says, and flashes a grin at Quinn. “What are you in for?”
I clear my throat. “Charlie, she’s the detective on my case.”
He grimaces. “Ugh, gross. I almost flirted with a cop.” He points at her. “A face like that is entrapment.” Quinn huffs and walks away. “Damn cops. They should all wear uniforms, so we know who to avoid. Home, anyone?” He ushers us out the door.
Once Colt and I are in the back of the car, I reach for his hand. “Are you going to tell me about the lip or not?”
