Page 61 of In Her Sights
Stop it, she told herself firmly. Not the time to be ogling, even if he is looking even hotter than his usual considerable hotness.
She swallowed a startled sound as he grabbed her arm and jerked her sideways, hauling her back. Before she could recover her balance, he was towing her with him as he dashed to the side of a small garden shed.
Detectives? she mouthed, following his lead and pressing her back against the tiny building. She hoped that the homeowners weren’t there to see them hiding next to their shed. That could lead to awkward questions—or a call to the cops.
John gave a short nod just as the front end of a squad car came into view as it slowly rolled past. This time, Molly was ready when he moved, staying right next to him as he slipped around to the back of the shed and then to the other side, staying hidden from the occupants of the passing car.
After interminable seconds ticked by, he caught her hand again and jogged through the yard. The squad car was out of sight, but Molly still felt exposed after leaving the concealment of the shed. They cut between two houses, and she gave silent but fervent thanks that neither homeowner had a fence that they would’ve had to climb.
For the rest of the run to the station, Molly didn’t let her attention waver, but stayed alert for any sign or sound of the detectives’ vehicle. When the law-enforcement building came into view, she swallowed a triumphant noise and didn’t let down her guard. They were so close, but they weren’t in the clear yet.
As they crossed the parking lot, they slowed to a walk. It was hard not to dash for the doors, but Molly knew that they’d just draw unwanted attention. As they were halfway across the lot, the rev of an engine caught her attention. A squad car barreled down the street toward the entrance to the lot, and Molly knew that the detectives were inside.
“Let’s go,” John said calmly, but she was already running full out for the door. She didn’t look at the squad car again, but she could hear the tires squealing as it made the turn into the lot. Dashing up the stairs, she and John barreled toward the door. He reached it first, pulling it open and holding it while she sprinted inside. Despite everything, she gave a breathless huff of laughter. Even while being chased down by grudge-holding detectives, John Carmondy remembered his manners.
Molly must not have been the only one Blake gave a heads-up to, since Sergeant Garcia was waiting for them, waving them through the lobby like he was their track coach. “Third room on the right,” he said, holding the security door open.
“Thanks,” she said breathlessly, sweat stinging her eyes as she darted past, followed quickly by John, just as the detectives burst into the lobby.
“Hold that door!” Mill yelled.
Garcia looked all too satisfied as he pulled the door closed behind him, the lock engaging with a click. The detectives could use their key cards, but it would slow them down just long enough for Molly, John, and the sergeant to get to the interview room. The three of them piled into the small space, and Molly dropped into one of the chairs, panting. John looked slightly more composed, but even his chest was heaving as he propped his shoulders against the wall.
“Thanks for this,” he said.
With a smug smile, Garcia waved off his gratitude. “The pleasure is all mine. The captain is making us cooperate with those Denver bastards, but I’ll do anything I can to make their lives a little more miserable.”
The door burst open, revealing two pissed-off detectives, and John quickly moved, putting himself between them and Molly. Although she appreciated the sentiment, he was blocking her view of the fireworks, so she shifted to see around him.
“What the hell are you doing, Garcia?” Mill demanded. “These two should be cuffed and interrogated.”
“These two?” The sergeant looked supremely satisfied. “They’re innocent witnesses. Heroes, actually.”
“They’re suspects in two bombings.”
Garcia blew a raspberry, and Molly was hard pressed not to laugh. “We all know who planted those bombs, and neither of these two go by a name that rhymes with Honey Barber. Now go do something useful and quit harassing the witnesses.”
The two detectives glared, but they didn’t seem so menacing now that Molly was safe in the interview room, watching Garcia mock them.
“We’ll be discussing this with your captain,” Mill snarled, finally turning away. Bastien just gave them a measuring look, which made Molly nervous. His quietness seemed scarier than his partner’s bluster. The two left, and Garcia swung the door closed behind him.
“That was enormously satisfying.”
It had been, but Molly was still worried. “Will you get in trouble for this?”
“I’ll get a stern lecture about my attitude from the captain and a pat on the back from every other Langston cop. Probably some free drinks at the bar from Blake, too.” Garcia didn’t lose his grin as he pointed toward the laptop sitting on the table. “Now statements. I’m assuming you’re still chasing Sonny and he’s the reason explosions keep following you around?”
Molly simply nodded.
Garcia’s smile had disappeared completely the second he mentioned Sonny. “I told you you’re going to get yourself killed going after that sociopath. Whatever you’re going to make on this, it’s not worth it.”
Molly’s mouth set in a grim line. That was the problem. Her family was worth it. And tonight, they were finally going to bring Sonny in.
Chapter 19
“I don’t know if it was a good idea to send Cara to check out the warehouse.” Molly tugged off her boots just inside John’s door. “There’s no chance she’ll just do a drive-by like I asked. This is Cara we’re talking about. The perfectionist who can’t half-ass anything. She’ll probably end up presenting us with a full video tour of the interior, including a bunch of security guards with guns.”
