9“Whoa, girl,” I said. “Danes won’t let you use the rubber hose on me.”
She gave me an injured look. “I didn’t say I was going to ‘make’ you talk. I figured if I gave you some background, maybe you’d come up with something helpful. Something you didn’t think of when you were talking to Blixenstjerne.”
Friendly words in that pleasant accent. But I’d watched her grow taller, seen the gleam come into her eyes. She figured she could get what she wanted from me.
I had to risk it. For Bella’s sake, I needed Dawna’s expertise on bikers and her inside knowledge of the cops’ case. I said, “Guess I’m ready for that coffee.”
She waved her arm toward the steam table. “Go ahead. I’m buying.”
By the time I got through the line with my coffee, I’d added two pieces of pastry and a bowl of øllebrød. I
