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I don’t have to have my leather cut on for people to recognize me as she punches in the code on the door to the side of the front desk, giving her access to the back part of the police station.
“Maison?” a guy I recognize but don’t know by name asks as he notices her.
“Not now, Ramshaw,” she snaps, jerking on my damn arm as if I’m the one that got in her way.
“I don’t think I would’ve hooked up with you if you showed this side of you that night,” I mutter.
“You like them submissive and compliant, don’t you?” she growls as she opens one of the doors down the long back hallway.
The lights automatically turn on when we enter, but she’s no less rough when she pushes me toward the chair on the far side of the table.
“Is that what happened with Elizabeth?” she growls the second my ass hits the cold metal. “Did she change her mind? Challenge you too much? Did you have to prove to her just how much of a macho man you are?”
“What?” I ask, prepared to argue with her, but the door at her back opens.
“What?” she growls, but snaps her mouth closed when she sees the man standing there.
“I know you’re not questioning my client without an attorney present,” the man says.
“You can speak with him after he’s been booked,” she snaps, walking right back around to my side of the table and urging me to stand.
Despite having hours to work through all of this shit on the way back to Farmington, the honest reality of what is happening doesn’t hit me until she takes me into a small room.
“Have a seat,” she demands. “I’ll get a male booking officer.”
“I don’t know why,” I grumble, my annoyance growing by the second. “It’s not like you haven’t seen it all before.”
Her jaw clenches but she doesn’t say a word before walking out of the room. I’m not even in a cell but the snap of the closing door seems a lot more final than it ever should.
What happens next has the power to rip some of my humanity from me. I know I’m not going to prison. I rescue abused women. I don’t hurt them myself. This will all get worked out, but that doesn’t stop me from being stripped and photographed. I obey every command and give the booking officer no trouble. The man is just trying to do his job. I don’t open my mouth and proclaim my innocence either. There’s nothing this guy can do to get me out of this. I have to be patient.
I can only hope that the attorney that Kincaid sent for me is excellent at his job because I’m feeling like a caged animal right now.
Chapter 5
Lennox
I don’t look up when I sense someone nearing my desk. The looks I got after dragging that man into the police station haven’t exactly been met with nods of approval.
A bag drops near my elbow, the clink of metal sounding louder than it should.
“His personal belongings,” Scott, the guy from booking, tells me.
I narrow my eyes at him as he grins at me before looking back down at the bag.
“A lot of barbells in there,” he says, his grin growing wider. “His ears aren’t pierced if you know what I mean.”
I look from the bag up to him. “I know you probably filled out your application with a crayon considering you’re about fifteen years old, but can you act professional while you’re at work?”
His face falls, but I refuse to feel like an asshole for chastising him. The man should know better. Honestly, I’m more annoyed with myself because I’m very aware of where all those barbells came from, and Scott is a hundred percent right. Sawyer Maddox doesn’t have pierced ears, but from the intimate way I know the man, I know two came from his pierced nipples and the other five came from the underside of his cock.
I swallow down the memories as the chastised young man walks away, his head dropped lower than it was when he tried to make a joke. Good. A woman is dead because of Sawyer, making this entire situation no fucking laughing matter.
I shove the bag of personal belongings in my desk, grab my case file, and head toward the interrogation room, knowing that Scott was also at my desk to tell me that Maddox is ready to be interviewed.
I take a deep breath and straighten my shirt before turning the doorknob. It’s no surprise that hard-ass defense attorney, Russell Silva, is sitting right beside his client when I enter.
I ignore the way his eyes light up at the sight of me. The man has never been shy about flirting with me, and he’s even respectable enough to chuckle when I told him I’d never date a man that spends his time trying to get criminals set free.
