Sanchez gives me a smile. I notice Briggs looking around with scrutiny, but the suspicion is rapidly disappearing from his wrinkled brow.
“Well, everything seems to be fine here,” Officer Sanchez says. “We should be heading out now. We’ve taken up too much of your time.”
“Sure we can’t get you a glass of water?” Kian asks.
“Quite sure,” Sanchez says with a firm nod. “Good evening to you both. Take care of that cut.”
“Will do, Officer.”
The cops head back to the living room. The younger one trails behind, but he throws a casual glance over his shoulder as they both tromp back out into the night.
Kian shuts the door on them and turns the lock. And just like that, I’m alone again—with Kian O’Sullivan.
“Now…” he growls, turning to me with fire in his eyes. The charm and charisma of a few moments ago is gone. The don is back. “You wanna tell me what you’re hiding?”