"Shit." I stood frozen in front of the wall of pens.
Katy's eyes widened, which seemed impossible, but somehow, she managed the task. "Move it," she said with a dramatic wave of her hand, ushering us out the door.
I grabbed the pens from the bullet holes and shoved them in my pocket, not bothering to return the room pen to the table. One missing pen would be easier to explain away than our presence at the scene of a crime.
Katy was related to the town's only detective and dating a billionaire. She'd have the bail money. If Anderson caught me sniffing around another dead body, he'd lock me up in a heartbeat. Even though I'd been the one to solve Jalinda's murder last month, he still didn't consider me a peer. I needed something drastic for Anderson to see me as worthy and start cutting
