“Understood. Just wait there for me!” Officer Miller’s voice crackled through the car’s speakers, lightened by a rare, genuine laugh before she ended the call.
She shifted the sedan into gear, merging into the afternoon flow of Port Haven’s traffic. Liam Livingston sat in the passenger seat, his arm resting on the door as he watched the glass-and-steel canyons of the business district blur past. After a few miles, he noticed they were heading toward the waterfront rather than the central precinct.
“Change of plans?” Liam asked, his brow arching slightly. “This isn't exactly the way to a processing room.”
“My friend is currently at the Harbor Grand,” Officer Miller explained, though a hint of hesitation colored her voice. “It’s right in the middle of a lunch event. Since we’re already on
