Chapter Thirteen
He walked Reine into the station, through the front door, and only shook his head at Charlotte in response to her big eyes as she took in Reine.
“Marcus…” she said.
He just kept walking, spotting Harold holding the baby in one arm and thinking his sister had better have her ass in that car and be on her way back as ordered. Though, at the way she had stared at him and told him to drop dead, he had decided picking a fight with her wouldn’t solve anything.
Reine had stopped talking completely as he walked her back to the only interrogation room and took in the bar on the table where they cuffed people under arrest. With Reine, he didn’t even know where to begin. Why had she done it?
“Marcus, a word,” Harold said as Marcus undid Reine’s cuffs.
“Sit down. I’ll be right b
