“Ms. Clem?” Officer Seals said, a hint of suspicion creeping into her voice.
Mirabelle felt the beads of sweat roll down her temples. A tremor ran through her body. This was it, she was doomed. Her mind went blank. She had no idea how she was supposed to get out of this.
“Uhm. You want to check the house?” she asked, buying herself a few precious seconds while she prayed a miracle would just fall from heaven and spare her a prison sentence.
Obviously, she was doing a poor job of acting naturally because the officers side-eyed each other before Officer Abe decided to cut the bullshit and be blunt.
“Ms. Clem, are you hiding something? Is there a reason you don’t want us to search your house?”
“Search?” Mirabelle clung to the word like it was salvation. Her brain kicked into gear. “You
