I frown as I unbuckle and step out. Honestly, I’d prefer staying in the car while he does whatever he needs to. I don’t like police stations. Never have. They make me feel like I’m being watched even when I’m doing absolutely nothing wrong. And thanks to Finn’s college adventures, I’ve been inside enough of them to last a lifetime.
Still, curiosity wins.
Inside, a tired officer sits behind the front desk.
Knox steps up. “I’m here to post bail for Soraya Hartely.”
The officer looks up. His eyes trail from Knox to me and back. He taps the keyboard.
“Relation to the defendant?” he asks.
“Husband.”
The officer lifts a brow. “Your wife’s last name?”
“Hartely, like I said.”
“Maiden name?”
Knox tenses. “Why’s that relevant?”
The officer leans back in his seat. “Standard questions. Pape
