Becca's POV
The police took me to a drab dark gray building a few blocks down from Nightwalker. I wish they hadn't left me cuffed. These handcuffs were chafing my wrists something awful. And it didn't help that the drive wasn't smooth. Every bump made me jolt in the backseat a bit as the cops had so kindly forgotten to put my seatbelt on for me.
When we finally pulled up at the station, I nearly breathed a sigh of relief. I had been tossed against the window and the divider a few times to where I was sure my makeup was smudged, and my wrists were definitely bruised. My hair was tossed in my face, and I couldn't shove it back due to the handcuffs.
The bulkier policeman pulled me out of the backseat and started manhandling me towards the door, grabbing my upper arm tightly so I couldn't b
