I wasn't surprised they suspected me for his murder. I was flattered actually. Not that I took much pride from that type of life, the type I left behind, but I sure as hell wasn't nervous as they cuffed me and brought me in for interrogations. In fact, with Detective Hottie, I was kind of thrilled.
She was a suspect for a murder, yet she was so at ease. She had secrets behind those beautiful brown eyes that I yearned to learn no matter how inappropriate that would be. I was the detective trying to lock her up, I couldn't be the man trying to save her.
