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Trevor smirks. “Well, he looks awfully familiar, doesn’t he?”

Milo Murray stares back at me. Younger and a little rougher around the edges, but those multicolored eyes are hard to miss.

“Yes.” My guts twinge. “Yes, he does.”

CHAPTER 8

MILO

What’s the best way to distract oneself when they’re a person of interest in a murder investigation?

Tacos.

Order up. Number 11. 25. 31. Get the next customer. Follow the recipe. Receive money. Repeat. The midday rush just outside of Ramsay Park is the perfect escape. We’re still TBD, so no mob bullshit for me today. Just me and my truck and later, once all the hungry people are full and happy, I’ll drive on home, kick back with a nice beer, and⁠—

Multiple police cars round the block with sirens blaring, heading straight toward the park. I pause, curious to know who got busted with what, but when they slam on their brakes next to my truck, I tense up.

“Milo Murray, step out of the truck and put your hands on your head.”

Ah, crap.

Customers look from them to the truck and back again. They step away slowly, some moving to abandon their food entirely. Great. I expect the rumor mill to come up with some story about how I poison people or something.

Someone knocks on the back door.

“Mr. Murray!”

I turn to the door, recognizing the voice of that adorable detective who spoke to me yesterday. My lips twitch involuntarily and I step over to answer it.

“Detective—”

“Put your hands up!”

I throw my arms into the air, flinching at the very large gun she has pointed at my face. “Whoa…”

She steps inside, followed quickly by another officer. “Turn around!”

“Okay…”

I spin and she instantly pulls my wrists down to my back and pushes me forward onto the counter.

“Whoa—” I gasp as she locks me in handcuffs. “You are very rough.”

“Milo Murray, you are under arrest for the murder of Martin Wells.”

I frown. “Wait, who?”

She pins me closer to the counter. “You have the right to remain silent.”

“Ah, crap.”

“Anything you say can and will be used against you.”

I close my mouth.

Well, this isn’t good.

Not good at all.