CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
BRITA ANSWERED HER cell with a frown. Percy. She’d managed to get out of the station without him, but it hadn’t been easy. As she pulled into the circular, bricked drive in front of Duncan Vespard’s massive home, a cruiser slid silently to a stop behind her. She accepted the call. “What do you want, Percy?”
“Where are you?”
“That’s none of your concern.”
She could almost hear him trying to get his temper under control. “Please tell me you aren’t rounding up Duncan all by yourself.”
Brita’s temper snapped. “I’m doing my job, Honeybun. And despite what you obviously believe, I’m a trained professional and I know what I’m doing. But most importantly, what I do is none of your darn business!” She hung up on him and flung herself out of her car.
Jerking her chin toward
