“Because I think he’s enjoying this too much.”
“What does that mean?” Draven asked.
“I’m confirming everything you’ve ever thought of me.”
Draven brows snapped together. “I’ve no idea what the hell you’re talking about.”
Sienna snorted, and before she could say anything, the elevator opened. She jerked around. Her nerves were shot, and every move or sound made her react.
“Easy, baby. It’s just the detective.”
Sienna stared at the new man as he made his way to them and then relaxed when she deemed him not to be a threat.
“Have a seat, Detective,” Kane said.
He sat in a chair next to Draven, then took a pad of paper and pen from his pocket.
Sienna disliked him on sight. He didn’t even need to open his mouth to know he thought she was scum.
He wasn’t old, mid to late thirties, and some women would have found him attractive with his dark hair and eyes. He had a square chin and a thick neck. It was hard to tell with his clothes, but she guessed he was muscular.
“What is your name?”
“Sienna.”
He gave her a hard look. “Your whole name?”
“Sienna Alora Ross.”
“Age?”
“Twenty-four.”
“Where did you move from?”
“From the southwest side of Kansas City.”
“Same neighborhood the gang banger is from?”
She locked down her emotions even tighter. She’d learned never to let them think they bothered her. “Yes.”
“You grew up in the slums?”
Sienna heard Kane and Draven growl but ignored them.
“Some people call them that. I had to call them home because I was a child and didn’t have a choice.” She didn’t know if that got to him and didn’t really care.
“How did you know the deceased?”
“Which one?”
The detective looked startled for a brief moment. “Hector?”
“He was my uncle.”
“Uncle?” The detective’s eyebrows rose.
“That’s what I was told.”
“Why was he here?”
“To get me.”