Rankin grunted.
“Just consider yourself lucky that you weren’t home as well, Mr Brown, or I would be giving you a warning as well. The disturbance caused all of your neighbors on this floor, and the one below, to complain.”
“It was that loud?”
“It was. That sort of stuff is not tolerated.”
Lee folded his arms.
“I hope you tell that to Mr Ripley when he comes back. He was the one who tried to dent my door.”
“Oh, he’s going to hear about it once he returns.” Rankin turned away. “Consider yourself lucky that your sister managed to sweet-talk me into not doing more than that.”
Myra rolled her eyes as the man walked away.
“Jerk. He just spent all that time flirting with me. I don’t think he properly listened.”
“Well, you do have men drooling whenever you walk past.”
“Something like that should not be coming from you, Lee. Besides, I’ve got three guys drooling over me, and that’s enough.”
“Are you sure about that? Ouch!” Lee flinched as Myra punched his arm. “Can I claim police brutality?”
“Shut up. What’s the plan now for Miss Soaper? I presume she doesn’t want to stay after that?”
“No. But I don’t like the thought of her going to a hotel. Which is where my favor from you comes in.”
“I see.” Myra tilted her head to one side. “What do you need from me?”