Page 89 of Look at Her and Die

Another man that’d apparently graduated with Taryn.

I wondered if Posy had graduated with him, too?

“You will have your own charges filed against you, so I suggest you utilize your right to remain silent so you don’t incriminate yourself further.” Malone’s angry eyes turned to my face. “Let’s go.”

I hopped up like a well-trained soldier and hurriedly followed her out of the police station.

But when we got to an office door that read ‘CHIEF’ on the nameplate, she stopped and turned so she could glare into the room.

“This joke of a police station, with your joke of a police officer, paired with your inability to know what’s going on in your own station, is downright embarrassing. You should be ashamed of yourself. Just know that I’ll be filing charges, and you won’t fucking like what happens.”

The chief, a portly man with a big beer belly, raised his chin. His jowls jiggled, and I had to smother a laugh.

“I’ll not stand for this,” he exclaimed. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Uh-huh.” Malone snorted. “Hope you enjoy your job. For now. You won’t have it for long.”

Then she was gone, and I was following in her wake.

When we wound up outside, I came to a sudden, jarring halt when I saw all the motorcycles.

The entire parking lot was filled with them.

“Holy shit,” I breathed.

“They weren’t going to let you stay there for long,” she said as she got to her car. “Don’t worry about whatever bullshit they spewed before taking you in. The crap they were spouting is bullshit. There was no crime committed. There are multiple sources that are saying he gave that lottery ticket to you of his own free will. He’ll bring a civil suit against you, however. You can count on that.”

I sighed.

That was the last thing I wanted.

But there were a lot of things that I didn’t want, such as people knowing I was a multi-millionaire now.

Like my mother.

Fuckin’ a.

“I know,” I admitted.

She jerked her chin toward all the bikes. “I’d offer you a ride, but I have my dogs in the car. They don’t really like people.”

“No problem,” I said. “I’m literally a mile from home.”

“You’re not walking home without shoes on,” Webber declared. “You can ride with me. I have your helmet.”

I took it from him with a small smile and said, “I watched a show once where the man loses his shit that his girlfriend rides with another man. Posy won’t kill you or me for this, will he?”

Webber snorted. “No. Let’s go.”

I went.

The ride home was filled with about twenty bikers riding at a snail’s pace down the roads that would lead to my house.

When we pulled up in front of our house, my eyes widened as I saw what looked to be a brand-new car in the driveway.

“Whose car is that?” I asked no one in particular.

Webber pulled to a stop behind the car, and I got off.

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