Chapter 77 On-Going Investigation

Yeah, right. Maybe she’d drive home safely, but he knew with a bone-deep certainty she’d never contact him again of her own accord. Why not? He stared after her, frowning. Because something about the entrancing Annabelle Belmonte didn’t quite add up.

Anaisse gripped the wheel and drove home with the care of a teenager taking her driver’s exam. Through the rearview mirror, she watched the patrol car follow close behind. Like a shark stalking a guppy, she thought uneasily.

Dear God, what have you gotten yourself into?

Well, she’d lied to the police, for one. She hadn’t planned to, exactly. In fact, when the first officers had questioned her, she’d been in such a daze, she was pretty sure she’d given her name. When they’d asked to see some ID, she’d opened her wallet and handed them her driver’s license, completely forgetting she had Annabelle’s. By the time she’d tuned in to the proceedings enough to realize the mistake, one disturbingly observant Detective Thomas Rivero stood in front