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She fel into his es around his waist She sobbed against his shoulder, drenching his shirt in seconds He stroked her back and rubbed his lips against her hair "It’s okay I’ot you Shh"

Final y free, Jere on the threshold

"Are you Jeremy Condaroy?" one of the officers asked

"No, but thank God you’re here You arrived just in tiht there" He pointed at Brian

Chapter 36

Myrna didn’t understand as happening Why was she being pul ed fro e Brian to the floor and handcuffing him? Why had they let Jere on?" she screaot him," one of the police officers said, and then he started to recite Miranda rights to Brian

"Why are you arresting my boyfriend?"

The two cops looked at her in confusion

"I’ for," Brian said, stil face-down on the floor "You let hiet away"

The officers looked at Myrna as if they didn’t believe what Brian was saying and needed her verification to proceed

"That’s Brian Sinclair, not Jeremy Condaroy," Myrna said "Jeremy is a tal , prudish, blond man"

"Shit!" said one of the officers and he took off out of the apartment and down the corridor "Freeze," he yel ed, his footsteps carrying down the hal"I said freeze I’er of the two officers hesitated, looking down at Brian with a giddy sort of expression "Brian Sinclair The lead guitarist of Sinners?"

"Be a fan boy later," Myrna said "That dickhead you let escape broke Brian’s hand Are you just going to let hiether "I’l take him down," he said and headed after his partner The sound of electrical crackling carried down the hal way, fol owed by a yelp of pain

"Heh, I think they got hi hurts, you assle!" he cal ed Myrna helped Brian sit up, but there wasn’t anything she could do about the cuffs holding his hands together behind his back

"I’m so sorry about al this" She knelt in front of hi deal I’ve been arrested before"

Her heart skipped a beat "You have? For what?"

"Fighting I used to be a hotheaded little snot"

She chuckled "Somehow I total y believe that" She circled around his body and leaned close to examine his hand It was horribly bruised and swol en She couldn’t tel if it was broken and didn’t want to hurt hiorously "How’s your hand? Do you think it’s broken?"

"I can’t telBut it doesn’t matter What’s important is that you’re safe"