CHAPTER FOUR
“WE’RE NOT LEAVING.” Connie took her g*n from her holster. “Let’s just do this so we can handle our business.”
“No.” Dee crossed her arms, lips poked out. “He has no right to ask this of us.”
“This is private property, Detective Quarter,” Tran said. “Unless you have a warrant, we don’t even have to allow you inside.” His bigger eye twitched. “Either you want to come in or you don’t.”
“We wanna come in.” Connie snatched Dee’s g*n from her holster and put the guns in the car. “May we come in now?” She stood beside Dee again.
“Follow me and don’t touch anything.” He led them inside with his nose to the sky.
“Excuse me.” Dee stuck her pinky in the air, and Connie laughed.
As if the exterior of the mansion wasn’t to die for, the inside was an oasis of shiny marble floors and
