6
Caitlyn winced when the arresting officer snapped the cuffs on her wrists. Blood trickled from the wound on her side, but she didn’t bother complaining. Officer Henry wouldn’t care. He’d probably tighten the cuffs even more if he knew it might make her night worse.
“We get a phone call,” Liam argued. To his credit, he didn’t sound angry, but his harsh tone definitely left no room for the officer to think Liam was happy about the situation.
“You’ll get a call when I say you get a call. Right now, you’re going to sit in the back of my car.”
“She’s injured. You need to take her to get treatment.”
Caitlyn closed her eyes and tried not to hate Liam. He was trying to help. He thought it would get things moving. He was dead wrong, but he was trying.
“I’m fine,” Caitlyn hurried to say.
Of
