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Livid, I spin on my heel and march back toward my apartment door.
“Don’t go, Champ,” he calls after me. “I promise you’ll have fun if you come inside.”
I turn and offer him my middle finger.
He presses his fingertips to his lips, kisses them, and then pretends to blow that kiss to me.
“Jerk,” I mutter under my breath as I open the door to my apartment.
I don’t look back again before I shut it and head to my bedroom to get my phone.
Chapter Seven
Callie
“You’re belligerent,”a uniformed NYPD officer says to my neighbor an hour later. “I cuffed you for my safety and yours.”
Saint shakes his head. “I assure you that you’re safe with me.”
The officer’s gaze trails the spots of blood that dot the corridor leading from Saint’s apartment door to the elevator. “It looks to me like someone isn’t safe.”
My neighbor shoots a look at me. “What exactly did you say when you called them? They think I fucking murdered someone.”
“Did you?” The officer asks him. “You have a few blood spots on your shirt too.”
“Jesus Christ,” Saint groans. “Someone had a bleeding nose. I tried helping her, but she took off.”
The officer pulls a notepad out from her belt. “I’m going to need to ask you a few questions. We can do that at the station or in your apartment. Your choice.”
“My apartment?”
She nods. “Unless there’s something in there that you don’t want us to see?”
A few more people trail out of his apartment. A steady stream of partygoers has left since the police arrived ten minutes ago.
“Like what?” Saint snaps back. “A dead body?”
I’ve watched enough episodes of Dateline to know that’s not the correct answer.
Another officer stalks toward where I’m standing just outside of my apartment. He was the one who knocked on my door when they first arrived. “If we need anything more from you, we’ll let you know. Have a good night.”
I glance at the time display on my phone.
It’s the middle of the night, but if I crawl into bed now, I’ll get at least a couple of hours of solid sleep.
“Thank you,” I say with a smile. “I appreciate this.”
A rough sigh leaves Saint. “I don’t.”
The female officer shoots him a look. “The sooner we talk, the sooner we’ll get all of this sorted out.”
I take one last look at my neighbor with his hands cuffed behind his back.
I had no idea it would come to this, but from what the officer said to me when they first arrived, I wasn’t the only one in the building who made a noise complaint.
Maybe next time the inconsiderate jerk has people over, he’ll think twice about partying into the wee hours of the morning.
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