Thirteen
A few minutes later, Trixie pulled up in an enormous white SUV. “Hop in, Bonnie and Clyde,” she grumbled.
“How are we Bonnie and Clyde?” Tristan swung into the passenger seat. “We haven’t committed any crimes.”
“I’m sure it’s just a matter of time.”
Tristan rolled his eyes, but Lulu wondered, not for the first time, what their relationship was all about. They were definitely more than friends. Ex-lovers?
Lulu got into the backseat and pulled the door closed behind her. As Trixie pulled away from the police station, Lulu gave into a wave of exhaustion. She slumped against the door, then slid down until she was half lying on the comfortable heated leather. The stress of this day had left her bone tired, knackered, emotionally spent, every nerve ending frazzled. To keep herself
