CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
Follow Through“Stop running around like a barefoot vigilante!” Jackson caught Kit’s arm as she stomped across the car park. Grit dug into the tender soles of her feet, and he dragged her around to face him. Lifting his fingers, he dangled her car key in front of her face. “Did you want your car stolen?”
Kit grabbed for them and missed as he lifted them up and out of range. His brow furrowed. “I don’t want to arrest you, but you need to make a statement at the station now. No more unscheduled visits!” He jerked his head at her yellow Bug. “Get in the car. I’m driving.”
He’d locked it and the button on the remote refused to cooperate again, forcing Jackson to use the key on the passenger and driver’s doors. His lips tightened, but he offered no derogatory comment on th
