“No. No, please, I can’t go back there.” She tried to stand, in a panic at the thought. He placed his hands on her legs, holding her to the seat.
“Easy, honey. You don’t have to go anywhere you don’t want to.”
Right. Right. Her heartbeat started to slow as she took in his words.
“I don’t want to go back there.”
“Then you won’t. Slide around. I’ll shut the door and turn the heat up to keep you warm. Don’t want you catching a cold, do we? Then I’ll take you back to my office while I get someone else out here to deal with the noise complaint.”
“Sorry. I don’t mean to be a hassle.” She bit her lower lip worriedly.
“You couldn’t ever be a hassle, Marisol. Okay? Now put your legs in for me, sweetheart.”
She shuffled around in her seat.
“Want to take your backpack off?”
She shook her head.
“You can hold onto it, but you shouldn’t wear it with your seatbelt. It’s not safe.”
It wasn’t? She frowned but it seemed he wasn’t budging so she shrugged off the backpack and let him fasten her seatbelt. Under normal circumstances, she’d likely have protested him treating her like a child.
But right now, it was nice to give over control to someone else. To not have to think. It would be even nicer if it was Linc who she was giving all her control over to.
He closed her door then walked around to the front of the car.
Maybe you should tell Ed the truth. He seems like a good guy. But he was still a cop. And she had trouble trusting him.
Ed opened the door and climbed into the driver’s side. He grabbed his radio and called for someone to go to her aunt’s place to talk to them about the noise control.
“Don’t let them go alone,” she said suddenly.
“What?” he asked, looking over at her with worry.
“Your deputy shouldn’t go to the house alone. They should take back-up. Maybe. I don’t know. They wouldn’t hurt a cop. They wouldn’t be that stupid, right? No, I’m sure they wouldn’t. Forget I said that.”
“Marisol, look at me please.”
She glanced over in surprise at the firm note in his voice.
“What’s going on over there?” he asked.
She licked her dry lips. “There’s a party.”
“Right. Gathered that from the neighbors’ complaints. Who is there?”
“My aunt’s boyfriend,” she told him quietly.
“And?”
“And his son.”
“That’s all?” he asked.
“No,” she whispered. “You’ve heard of the Devil’s Sinners?”
She felt rather than saw him tense. “Yeah, I have. You saying that members of the Devil’s Sinners are at your aunt’s place?”