Yvette's pov

The look I gave Detective Harris was half board, half slightly irritated.

“Are you going to sit there and stare at me or are you going to ask me something?” I asked. To be completely honest, I couldn't tell if I or he was having the worst day.

He had been staring at me like I was supposed to confess that I had started the Salem witch trials.

If I had known this could have happened, I could have played sick and, now with what had happened, I guess orange might be my ...