Page 200 of Chameleon Killer

“I don't require supervision.” Irritation hazed through her words in a surprise burst of energy.

“No, not you at all.” I kept my tone light and sage.

She narrowed her mis-matched eyes that I adored. For the first time in hours, the look in them wasn't exhausted or hunted or calculating. Just Mallory.

It helped.

Ortiz laughed again. “Good luck, Carter.”

“I've needed it for years.”

Mallory elbowed me. But she let me take her hand and we left. We took a car to where the van had been parked. From there, I drove the van back to the garage and left it in the basement per my agreement.

Then we took an elevator up to the sixth floor. We didn’t say anything. We didn’t need to. There were a lot of unanswered questions, but we’d tackle those later when we’d dealt with the adrenaline and the crash.

Mallory leaned against the stainless-steel wall with her eyes closed. Her hair had been pulled loose from whatever arrangement she'd started the night with, and dark strands curled around her face.

She was wearing someone else's oversized CPD sweatshirt because her blouse and coat had been taken as evidence.

The sweatshirt nearly reached her knees. I should not have found that attractive.

Her eyes opened. “What?”

I looked toward the floor indicator. “Nothing.”

“You're doing the face.”

Despite everything, I smiled. “I don't have a face.”

“Tragic design flaw.”

The elevator doors opened. Neither of us moved immediately. Then Mallory sighed. “We need new material.”

“Absolutely not.”

We stepped into the garage. My Jeep sat where I'd left it nearly the night before.

The night before. Ha. It felt like three days. I unlocked it.

Mallory stopped before getting in.

“What?” I frowned at her.

“My phone.”

I looked at her. “What about it?”

“Evidence.”

“Right.” I grimaced. “You got your wallet back?” I was checking my pockets.

“Yes,” she said with a sigh, then asked, “Recorder?”

“Evidence.” I blew out a breath. They’d pretty much taken all the equipment from the van.

“Notebook?”

“Also evidence.”