Chapter Seven
The car stopped in front of the precinct, and Teddy gaped at the men. “You're police officers?”
The driver met her eyes in the rearview mirror. “Detectives, to be more exact. You're here to see Detective Boyle.”
Teddy wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. These were not thugs who were going to kill her, but policemen who were taking her to the man who wanted to see her behind bars.
The driver climbed out of the vehicle and opened Teddy's door. The man next to her gestured with the gun for her to get out. She stepped from the car, and they made their way into the building where the familiar smell of sweat and fear greeted her.
Their footfalls echoed as they tramped through the halls. Teddy held her head high and met the eyes of anyone they passed. She would not cower or ac
