I take a long swig of my warm drink. It counteracts the cold breeze that"s still slipping through the window c***k. I remember the look on Vincent"s face as he stared at me out the window. The uncomfortable sensation I had in that moment resurfaces now.
“He was a gentleman. I don"t really know how to explain it, but he seemed… kind of… happy when I had to leave. Almost like he was glad I had an emergency.”
I can practically see the wheels turning in Kam and the detective"s heads, each one maintaining the exact same expression. One lifted brow, head c****d to the side, and eyes gawking toward the sky.
I continue. “I"m sure his comment had to have been innocent, right? I mean how could he have possibly attacked Breanna when he was on a date with me?”
“What time was your date?” Detective
