CHAPTER THIRTY
The women and men were separated and divided into separate holding spaces for employees and patrons. The whole time she didn’t utter an extraneous word. The melee of people and activity was enough to make even her head spin.
From what she overheard, they’d had a tip about drugs being run through the club. The police did their thing, but there were no drugs found on the premises. Obviously.
Except the bog of bureaucracy meant she had to be transported to the precinct in cuffs so that detectives from the appropriate department could decide if she had done anything wrong. Being found with Colt, in a compromising position, apparently made her criminal number one. They hadn’t found anything else. They needed something. As humiliating as the experience was, she wasn’t worried a
