"Sure," I agreed, then set about digging my wallet out before deciding better. I just took the car keys out and handed them to him.
"You won't be needing those either," he informed me as he walked around to stow my purse in the car they'd arrived in. "A driver will come and take it back to the estate. You don't technically have a driver's license, remember?"
Fucking hell, I can't even drive back out of here. We were probably being watched already, and the paranoia that we'd been overheard ran rampant through my mind. With my anxiety ramping up and an infrequent craving for something to soothe it, I tossed the keys to Ezra and gestured for Blaine to lead the way. Time to get this shit done.
* * *
The fucks tried to hold my ass as a person of interest since I had motive and couldn't exactly verify my whereabouts without giving up the name I'd used, but they also didn't have anything tying me to the murders. With some vaguely threatening language from Blaine about the kidnapping bulletin being entrapment and mentions of the internal investigation they'd only just gotten through regarding the deceased officers, they let me go with a warning to stay in the state.
The last part was perfectly fine by me, but I wanted to know how the hell they hadn't gotten more than a cursory investigation when Internal Affairs was supposed to be an impartial third party. And how the fuck any of us could hope to survive the escalating war if our enemies had such an advantage. But first things first, I needed to get to the estate to see the guys and check in with Vinnie.
And after that, well, I had my own ideas on how to find the real culprit for the murders and make them confess.