*Tallon*

“I hate this,” the detective said under his breath.

It was taking every bit of self-control I had not to grin in his face. Natalia had promised she would get me out, and I never doubted her, but I never dreamed she would pull it off so quickly.

Mrs. Morton, my lawyer, was waiting for me as the detective walked me into the interrogation room.

She took one look at me, turned her fierce eyes to the detective, and said, “Get ...