CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Colt stayed to have dinner but didn’t tell her what Hoburn said to him. Lyssa hadn’t yet plucked up the courage to ask why he left the police, or if anything Hoburn said had any grain of truth.
In contrast, Colt wasted no time in plying her with questions. She spent more time talking to Colt about what Hoburn said than she’d spent talking to Hoburn himself.
They’d turned the pictures over to Chavez and Ronson when they arrived before dinner. The cops asked a million questions of their own. Her head was spinning.
As she cooked dinner, Colt went through the whole house, looking for any hint of further surveillance equipment. Although he didn’t find anything, he did lecture her about safety throughout the meal.
He did also ask her to stay at his apartment. She was gr
