Chapter Eight
Spencer
I followed Blake through the sea of people when I was stopped by one of the rookie cops, so I held up my paper.
“And this is?” His smug I’m new to power poured off him.
“Permission for me to observe this crime scene.” I reached for my purse to pull out my ID when he went for his gun and shouted.
“Hands out of your bag!”
I yelped when he grabbed my arm and yanked me toward him.
“Ouch!” I hissed. “I was going for my ID.”
“Hands on the wall!”
I felt my temper rise, and just as I was about to school this newbie ass on how to treat a person, I felt someone come up behind me.
“You like your life?” Blake’s tone was so haunting I felt my throat contract as I struggled to swallow.
“She was digging in her bag, so it was the only logical thing to do.” He eyed me, conf
