you’ve been lurking around me? Because you have nothing better to do?”
Moretti heaved a huge sigh. “My job, and me for that matter, is none of your business. Besides, you should be worrying about you right now.”
I shrugged and slouched down in my seat. “I didn’t do anything wrong so I have nothing to worry about.” I hoped. My gut roiled with anxiety. I, of all people, knew that guilt wasn’t a requirement to get busted.
I glanced out the window as the car slowed down and then stopped. We had arrived. I’d been detained before, but this would be my first time in the Pittsburgh Police Station. It was bigger than I expected. And cleaner. Just something about Pittsburgh left everything with a dirty feel. Guess that’s why it was part of what was known as the rust belt. It was like dirt and grime clung to everything, even the people. If I made it out in one piece I was heading off to do my thing in a nicer place. Who said I had to take down scum in a dark, almost gothic type setting? I wasn’t Batman and Pittsburgh most definitely was not Gotham.
Moretti pulled the door open and helped me out of the back of the car. My hands were cuffed but in the front, at least he’d been nice about it. “I won’t be the one to question you,” he said as he guided me into the station. “I’m not sure who pulled the case but one of the detectives who are on it will be questioning you. I’m just going to—”
“Am I being booked?”
“You’re the only suspect, Tiffany. I’m sorry.” Moretti averted his gaze as if it was his fault somehow.
“So I’m being arrested and not merely questioned?”
“Depending on how things go, they might let you out on bail, but—”
“I won’t be able to leave the city.” Fuuuuuck. Lucian was really putting a kink in my style. Was he hoping if he took away my game that I’d be happy to play with him in his? He was in for a rude awakening if that’s what he thought. I wasn’t that easily manipulated and I wasn’t above cutting my nose off to spite my face just to win.
“Just wait here.” Moretti led me into one of those stereotypical rooms you might see on TV. Sterile, plain—one table, two chairs, large mirror that dominated the wall. I mean…come on. Was there anyone in this modern age that didn’t know that it was a two-way mirror? Why even bother at this point? Why not just step in the room and join us?
Still in cuffs, Moretti left me in the room alone, shutting the door behind him. I immediately stood and marched over to the mirror. I tugged at my t-shirt, adjusting the view of my tits before I blatantly caressed them. I wanted to get under the skin of whoever was behind that glass. I could almost sense their gaze burning into me. I ran my hands down my stomach and around to my ass on the one side since I couldn’t separate my hands more than a few inches. I spun around and smacked my own ass, grinning and biting my lower lip. Before I could do anything else more provocative the door swung open. Damn, just when I was starting to have fun.
In strode a middle-aged man, late forties to early fifties, if I had to guess. His full head of thick hair was almost all silver except for a few streaks of dark brown. His amber colored gazed narrowed on me as I continued to study him. He was average height, still taller than me by a few inches, wearing grey slacks, white shirt, and a loose tie. He looked like a detective from a cop show…like one of the CSIs or some shit. He was attractive but not overly so. I found myself wondering how easy it would be to work him over.
“Oh, hi there…officer? Detective?” I delivered him a coquettish smile as I moved towards the small table.
“Detective Anthony,” he responded briskly. “Have a seat.” He motioned to the chair in front of me, which I was about to sit on, until he’d ordered me to.
I cocked my hip and leaned against the table. “I’m good standing.”
“Have a seat.” His tone was both exasperated and
Moretti heaved a huge sigh. “My job, and me for that matter, is none of your business. Besides, you should be worrying about you right now.”
I shrugged and slouched down in my seat. “I didn’t do anything wrong so I have nothing to worry about.” I hoped. My gut roiled with anxiety. I, of all people, knew that guilt wasn’t a requirement to get busted.
I glanced out the window as the car slowed down and then stopped. We had arrived. I’d been detained before, but this would be my first time in the Pittsburgh Police Station. It was bigger than I expected. And cleaner. Just something about Pittsburgh left everything with a dirty feel. Guess that’s why it was part of what was known as the rust belt. It was like dirt and grime clung to everything, even the people. If I made it out in one piece I was heading off to do my thing in a nicer place. Who said I had to take down scum in a dark, almost gothic type setting? I wasn’t Batman and Pittsburgh most definitely was not Gotham.
Moretti pulled the door open and helped me out of the back of the car. My hands were cuffed but in the front, at least he’d been nice about it. “I won’t be the one to question you,” he said as he guided me into the station. “I’m not sure who pulled the case but one of the detectives who are on it will be questioning you. I’m just going to—”
“Am I being booked?”
“You’re the only suspect, Tiffany. I’m sorry.” Moretti averted his gaze as if it was his fault somehow.
“So I’m being arrested and not merely questioned?”
“Depending on how things go, they might let you out on bail, but—”
“I won’t be able to leave the city.” Fuuuuuck. Lucian was really putting a kink in my style. Was he hoping if he took away my game that I’d be happy to play with him in his? He was in for a rude awakening if that’s what he thought. I wasn’t that easily manipulated and I wasn’t above cutting my nose off to spite my face just to win.
“Just wait here.” Moretti led me into one of those stereotypical rooms you might see on TV. Sterile, plain—one table, two chairs, large mirror that dominated the wall. I mean…come on. Was there anyone in this modern age that didn’t know that it was a two-way mirror? Why even bother at this point? Why not just step in the room and join us?
Still in cuffs, Moretti left me in the room alone, shutting the door behind him. I immediately stood and marched over to the mirror. I tugged at my t-shirt, adjusting the view of my tits before I blatantly caressed them. I wanted to get under the skin of whoever was behind that glass. I could almost sense their gaze burning into me. I ran my hands down my stomach and around to my ass on the one side since I couldn’t separate my hands more than a few inches. I spun around and smacked my own ass, grinning and biting my lower lip. Before I could do anything else more provocative the door swung open. Damn, just when I was starting to have fun.
In strode a middle-aged man, late forties to early fifties, if I had to guess. His full head of thick hair was almost all silver except for a few streaks of dark brown. His amber colored gazed narrowed on me as I continued to study him. He was average height, still taller than me by a few inches, wearing grey slacks, white shirt, and a loose tie. He looked like a detective from a cop show…like one of the CSIs or some shit. He was attractive but not overly so. I found myself wondering how easy it would be to work him over.
“Oh, hi there…officer? Detective?” I delivered him a coquettish smile as I moved towards the small table.
“Detective Anthony,” he responded briskly. “Have a seat.” He motioned to the chair in front of me, which I was about to sit on, until he’d ordered me to.
I cocked my hip and leaned against the table. “I’m good standing.”
“Have a seat.” His tone was both exasperated and
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