toward him, as though he simply had to say my name and I was his. He smiled, really pulling me under the spell now, his hand came up and cupped my face, the other still holding my hand securely. "You have no idea," he muttered under his breath as though it was me pulling him under a spell.
"No," I whispered. "I don't." Yeah, great come back, Gen.
He laughed, absolutely not a cough and shook his head from side to side.
"This is definitely going to be fun," he said from out of nowhere.
Oh crap. I was in so much trouble.
Chapter 8
The Worst Kind of Crazy
"What do you mean, you won't lay charges?" Killer lawyer was threatening another appearance.
After Dominic had ascertained that I wasn't too badly injured; I could follow his finger when he waved it in front of my eyes, I could move my chin and place it on my chest without difficulty - I didn't tell him about the headache, but I think he already knew I had one, maybe I grimaced or something when the police knocked loudly on the door - and the blood was only from my nose. Which although broken, was back in alignment and the paramedics simply cleaned me up and lay strips of tape across the sides to keep it secure, gave me paracetamol and offered me a cold pack to ice the swelling. He took me through to the main room of the motel to be interviewed by real detectives.
Greeny had disappeared, I didn't ask where to. I suspected to a police station, but I really didn't want to know. He had been replaced by two detectives. One was called Harvey Stone, a tall, muscular sandy haired guy with an awesome tan. He could have been a surfy, with those ice blue eyes and stunning smile. He greeted both Nick and Dominic warmly; hand shakes and a slap on the shoulder. I gathered they all knew each other quite well. Maybe they met up at scenes like this on a regular basis, how was I to know? The second cop, another detective, was called Ryan Pierce, and had dark brown hair curling down around his jaw - I didn't know the police force allowed their members to wear hair a little long - which mixed with the goatee beard, gave him the appearance of rugged, bad-boy. I expected he'd do really well under cover, that look could shift to bad-ass, bad-boy with minimal effort on his part. He had chocolate brown eyes, that trained on me the moment he walked in the room. Along with the intense gaze came a smattering of tension in the air. A little like killer lawyer right now.
I fidgeted with the bottom of my blouse - which on close inspection was trashed beyond repair, blood stains were difficult to get out under normal circumstances, but I'd been wearing this for over twenty-four hours, it was not going to be revived - and bit my bottom lip.
"Genevieve," Dominic said on a sigh, my name didn't carry its usual sensual effect this time, "he was part of the team, arranged by your ex-boyfriend to kidnap you. During which you had your nose broken and spent a considerable amount of time unconscious. You need to press charges."
"How do you know how long I was unconscious for?" I asked, surprised he'd guessed accurately.
"How long were you unconscious for?" he shot back, I bit my lip. "Need I say more?" I glared at him, he stared impassively back.
"As your lawyer, I advise..."
"You're not my lawyer."
"...that you press charges, as..."
"I don't want to press charges."
"...their intentions were quite clearly to hold you here against your will."
"Um..."
He stared at me, the room went completely silent. Nick and Ben, and another guy from ASI called Eric, were huddled in the corner, but when the room went silent, their eyes trained on Dominic. Dominic not me. I got the impression they were waiting for him to blow like Mt Vesuvius.
Detective Stone stepped into the pyroclastic blast range.
"Maybe it would be best if Ms Cain slept on it and we address pressing charges tomorrow?" he offered, quite reasonably I thought.
"Maybe Ms Cain would like to explain herself?" Dominic bit back.
Maybe Mr Anscombe can go
"No," I whispered. "I don't." Yeah, great come back, Gen.
He laughed, absolutely not a cough and shook his head from side to side.
"This is definitely going to be fun," he said from out of nowhere.
Oh crap. I was in so much trouble.
Chapter 8
The Worst Kind of Crazy
"What do you mean, you won't lay charges?" Killer lawyer was threatening another appearance.
After Dominic had ascertained that I wasn't too badly injured; I could follow his finger when he waved it in front of my eyes, I could move my chin and place it on my chest without difficulty - I didn't tell him about the headache, but I think he already knew I had one, maybe I grimaced or something when the police knocked loudly on the door - and the blood was only from my nose. Which although broken, was back in alignment and the paramedics simply cleaned me up and lay strips of tape across the sides to keep it secure, gave me paracetamol and offered me a cold pack to ice the swelling. He took me through to the main room of the motel to be interviewed by real detectives.
Greeny had disappeared, I didn't ask where to. I suspected to a police station, but I really didn't want to know. He had been replaced by two detectives. One was called Harvey Stone, a tall, muscular sandy haired guy with an awesome tan. He could have been a surfy, with those ice blue eyes and stunning smile. He greeted both Nick and Dominic warmly; hand shakes and a slap on the shoulder. I gathered they all knew each other quite well. Maybe they met up at scenes like this on a regular basis, how was I to know? The second cop, another detective, was called Ryan Pierce, and had dark brown hair curling down around his jaw - I didn't know the police force allowed their members to wear hair a little long - which mixed with the goatee beard, gave him the appearance of rugged, bad-boy. I expected he'd do really well under cover, that look could shift to bad-ass, bad-boy with minimal effort on his part. He had chocolate brown eyes, that trained on me the moment he walked in the room. Along with the intense gaze came a smattering of tension in the air. A little like killer lawyer right now.
I fidgeted with the bottom of my blouse - which on close inspection was trashed beyond repair, blood stains were difficult to get out under normal circumstances, but I'd been wearing this for over twenty-four hours, it was not going to be revived - and bit my bottom lip.
"Genevieve," Dominic said on a sigh, my name didn't carry its usual sensual effect this time, "he was part of the team, arranged by your ex-boyfriend to kidnap you. During which you had your nose broken and spent a considerable amount of time unconscious. You need to press charges."
"How do you know how long I was unconscious for?" I asked, surprised he'd guessed accurately.
"How long were you unconscious for?" he shot back, I bit my lip. "Need I say more?" I glared at him, he stared impassively back.
"As your lawyer, I advise..."
"You're not my lawyer."
"...that you press charges, as..."
"I don't want to press charges."
"...their intentions were quite clearly to hold you here against your will."
"Um..."
He stared at me, the room went completely silent. Nick and Ben, and another guy from ASI called Eric, were huddled in the corner, but when the room went silent, their eyes trained on Dominic. Dominic not me. I got the impression they were waiting for him to blow like Mt Vesuvius.
Detective Stone stepped into the pyroclastic blast range.
"Maybe it would be best if Ms Cain slept on it and we address pressing charges tomorrow?" he offered, quite reasonably I thought.
"Maybe Ms Cain would like to explain herself?" Dominic bit back.
Maybe Mr Anscombe can go
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