CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Jessie didn’t know what to make of Gray Longworth.
As she stared at him through the one-way mirror of an interrogation room at West L.A. Station, she couldn’t tell if his nervous sweating was due to general anxiety at his situation or fear of getting busted for something far worse than shoving a cop.
“You ready?” Ryan asked, poking his head in. “I think we’ve let him stew long enough.”
“What has it been, thirty minutes?” she asked. “And he still hasn’t asked for a lawyer?”
“Nope. And he’s offering to talk too. Brady thinks he’s hoping he can get me to drop the assault charge if he charms me.”
“Can he?” Jessie asked.
“I’m happy to let him think so if it turns him into a Chatty Cathy.”
“So do we have a plan of action?”
“I say we let him vent a little. He’ll probably
