Page 10 of Arrested By My Mate

“Uh, yeah, sure,” I say slowly.

“Really?” He asks excitedly, shooting to his feet and I stare up at him in confusion.

“Yeah, I mean, I don’t really know that much about them.”

“That’s okay, I can answer any questions that you have,” he rushes to assure me.

He looks so happy, like a kid on Christmas morning, but I don’t get it. Why are car shifters having this effect on him? Was there something wrong with my car?

“Is my car okay?” I ask him worriedly, and he cocks his head and stares at me for a beat.

“Yeah, it was brought to the lot yesterday. Why? Oh, do you want a change of clothes or something? Shit, I’m sorry. I should have thought about that. Hang tight. I’ll be right back.”

With that, he grabs my keys off his desk and jogs out the front door. I blink as I stare after him and then bolt to my feet.

He left my cell open.

I rush out of the cell and look around.

What the heck do I do now? He took my keys with him, and I would really be in trouble if I stole a police car.

Could I walk? Maybe go out and find someone in town who would help me? Maybe if I told them that he was holding me without cause, I could get out of here.

“Here you are!” Tucker says as he comes back into the station with my suitcases in hand.

“Thanks,” I say, and he just smiles.

He doesn’t seem worried about me being out of the cell, so I try not to draw attention to it, either. I’ll just wait, and then I can grab my keys and my bags and get out of here.

He sets my bags down at my feet, and I unzip the one with my clothes in it and find some clean ones.

“You can change in there,” he tells me, pointing me over to the restrooms, and I cradle the clothes to my chest and head over to the women’s room and inside.

I rush to get changed and come up with a plan. I throw on my clean clothes, go to the bathroom, wash my hands, and then stand on the sink to try to see out of the tiny bathroom window.It’s too small for me to fit through, but maybe I can spot my car or get an idea of the layout of town and which way I should run if I get the chance.

Unfortunately for me, the window seems to face the park across the street and all I can see is trees and some bushes.

“Dammit.”

“Everything okay?” Tucker calls, startling me.

I almost fall off of the sink, but I catch myself just in time.

“Yep! Be right out!” I yell back.

I climb off the counter as quietly as I can and gather up my dirty clothes before I head back out and dump them in my suitcase.

“What were you saying about shifters?” I ask, trying to distract him as I zip up my suitcase and edge towards the front door.

“Just that I am one,” he says, and I blink.

I must have heard him wrong.

“You mean you have one?” I ask.

I try to remember his car, but the ride here was just filled with me pleading with him to let me go and then screaming at him to stop the car and uncuff me. I wasn’t exactly admiring his police cruiser.

“What?” He asks and now we’re both frowning at the other.

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