Chapter 21

"I work for your mother," I replied with a nervous laugh. I was very calm, actually. My mind was already considering the pros and cons of breaking his neck right there. Would it make a lot of noise? "I don't know what you're talking about, Picasso.”

"Scynical," he said, cracking his teeth. So, to my chagrin, he got closer. The arm that pushed me against the wall gave way to his own body, which leaned against mine in a warm and very firm touch. Then, yes, I got nervous. "I want to know who you work for.

I did my best panic act. I even moisten my lips nervously. To my desperation, he followed the gesture with his eyes. And it didn't seem very innocent. Shit.

"I don't work for anyone.

"Repeat," he said, looking up at mine.

I frowned. Of course he had some experience in front of liars. Not that she was going to use any investigative method, but she could very well try to anker with the victim