Page 59 of Unexpected Trouble

“But I didn’t steal anything.”

“You took their keys.”

“No, I removed their keys and tossed them into the back. I didn’t take their keys.”

“You removed something that belonged to someone else to deny them of their property.”

“No! I moved the keys to piss them off!”

“You do realize that because you removed their keys, you also removed their getaway vehicle, and that is why they came into the coffee shop. It was the only business open at that time of the morning.”

I winced. “Yeah, I kind of figured that out.”

He shook his head again.

“You believe me, right?”

“Ms. Valor, your answer is just crazy enough to be truthful. Yes, I believe you.” He pulled keys out of his pocket and unlocked the cuff that was holding my right arm on the table. “I should warn you against getting into other people's business. The next time you see someone leave their car running, call the police. Don’t get yourself in trouble.”

“I will. I promise I won’t do that again.” I rubbed my wrist as I held my arm close to my chest. “Can I go home now?”

“Yes, Mr. Blaire is here. Stay here for a minute.”

“Alright,” I told him as I leaned back in my seat and stared at the chip bag, a little smile on my face. “I already knew he was here.”

“Yeah, how so?”

“He knows I hate sour cream and onion chips, but he loves them. This was his way of telling me he was here.”

He stared at the bag and then chuckled. “Smart guy. I’ll be right back.”

He left me in the room for a few more minutes, and I assumed he was doing whatever paperwork he needed to do to release me. A couple of minutes later, the door opened, and Greg came in, his brows low over his brooding eyes.

“Of all the stupid things that you could have done, Maggie. You almost got yourself into a lot of trouble.”

“Yes, I know that.”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell them that you did that before?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “I guess I thought I’d get in trouble for doing it.”

His frown deepened. “You did get in trouble for doing it. You got arrested.”

“No, I think I was detained, not arrested. They didn’t read me my rights or fingerprint me.”

He took my arm. “Come on, Mags, let’s get you home. The detective said you could go.”

“Who is with Mom?”

“Trevor and his fiancée are with her.”

I blinked. “He brought his fiancée over?”

“Yep, and his son. I checked in on them a few minutes ago; everyone is fine, and your mom is having fun with Devon.”

“Thank you, Greg.”

“You’re lucky we were there when the cops showed up,” he said as we reached the front entrance, and the cop buzzed us out.

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