Chapter Ten
Sufficiently schooled, Ramirez set us free. And while he didn’t end up hauling us off to jail in handcuffs, he didn’t drive us back to Martin’s vehicle, either. Instead, he dropped us at the nearest convenience store without so much as a word. I swore I saw a smirk slip when Ramirez noted the downturn of Martin’s mouth as he surveyed our surroundings, but it vanished just as quickly as Martin thanked him and reached out to shake his hand.
“Perfect. Arianna and I can take it from here. We appreciate your…generosity, Detective Ramirez.”
Ramirez muttered something inaudible before slamming the door of his cruiser and pulling away.
“Mmm, quaint,” Martin murmured before tapping on a contact from his phone.
“Let me guess, one of your network peeps is gonna swoop in and collect u
