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She gritted her teeth, kicked at the hand that was sneaking up her leg “Cicely Towers had a rep for being a no-nonsense prosecutor, dedicated, clean as they cos skirted the law, she’d have gone after you with a vengeance”

“So, she discovered hborhood and ordered her throat cut” His eyes were level and entirely too bland “Is that what you think, Lieutenant?”

“No, damn it, you know it’s not, but—”

“Others ht,” he finished “Which would put you in a delicate position”

“I’m not worried about that” At the moment, she orried only about him “Roarke, I need to know I need you to tell ht involve you in the investigation”

“And if there is?”

She went cold inside “I’ll have to turn it over to someone else”

“Haven’t we been through this before?”

“It’s not like the DeBlass case Not anything like that You’re not a suspect” When he cocked a brow, she struggled to put reason rather than irritation in her voice Why was everything so complicated when it touched on Roarke? “I don’t think you had anything to do with Cicely Towers’s h?”

“You haven’t finished the thought”

“All right I’m a cop There are questions I have to ask I have to ask them of you, of anyone who’s even ree that”

“How much do you trust me?”

“It has nothing to do with trusting you”

“That doesn’t answer the question” His eyes went cool, re step “If you don’t trustbut so sex”

“You’re twisting this around” She was fighting to stay cal you of anything If I had co about you, I would have put you on the list on principle But I do know you, and that’s not what this is about Hell”