Imogen

The cop banged his coffee cup against the table and I jerked.

I’d never been scared of the police before, but seeing the lights on the police car as it parked in front of the bar made my stomach fall. The lights weren’t even on, and my stomach was full of eggs. But something wasn’t right. I pushed off the fear by blaming Cyrus’s worries for making me nervous. Police were our friends.

Still, Cyrus and I tracked the uniformed officer as he ...