CHAPTER NINETEEN
Curly Criminal“Why did you use Sergeant Delaney’s phone number instead of calling for the emergency services?” Lane rested back in his seat, a smug smile stretching his lips into an uncharacteristic expression of pleasure.
“I want Jerry.” Kit folded her arms. “I’m saying nothing until he gets here.”
Lane shrugged. “It’s a simple question, Katharine. Personal interest more than relevant to the case.”
Kit rolled her eyes and considered the predicament she’d dumped Jackson into without a second thought. She sighed and broke a rule which would have made her dear father’s face fall in disbelief. He’d taught her better than to speak to a detective without a lawyer sitting next to her. “I saved his number first in my contacts.” She shrugged. “You’ve taken my phone. You can ch
