Hide Your Crazy (KPD Motorcycle Patrol 1) - Page 44

Mine.

Then the calling started.

“Katy! I need to speak with you.”

I frowned and started walking, but before I could get much farther than three steps, Logan caught me by the hand. “Hold on and put this on.”

He let me go as I turned, reaching for a large flannel shirt that’d been laid out over the end of Logan’s bed.

I frowned and put it on.

“Not to say you don’t look ethereal and beautiful as hell, but your shirt is see-through, and you have dots of wetness on your gown.” He gestured to my lower half.

I felt my face flame.

“Shit,” I said, hastily pulling it on.

I mean, I could feel the wetness as well as see it. I should’ve known.

I licked my lips and wrapped the shirt around me tight before hurrying to the front door.

Sister and Lou had beat me to it, though, along with Logan who was already stepping out onto his balcony.

“Hastings? Bridges?” Logan called out, causing both detectives to look up at us.

It took them about three seconds flat to form opinions, and I wasn’t too sure that I liked the annoyance that crossed their faces before they could conceal it.

“Katy, Gibbs,” the man that I assumed was Bridges said. “You both want to come down here?”

Logan turned to me. “Get the dogs back inside the apartment. And I have some slippers right inside the door. You want to slip those on? It’s cold out here.”

It was cold, and I took him up on the slippers after I got the dogs settled back inside Logan’s apartment.

Seconds after that, I was taking the stairs at a breakneck pace, unwilling to miss any of what was going on.

“…appreciate it if you followed us downtown so we could ask you both a couple of questions.”

And that was exactly what I did.

After getting the shortened version of what Logan just got, we both separated to go get dressed.

Moments after getting dressed, I found myself on the back of Logan’s bike, riding with him to the police station.

Logan, in full uniform.

Me, in my scrubs and a sweatshirt.

Two cops behind us following us all the way in.

But when we arrived at the station, we were both separated almost immediately.

Never once was I worried, though.

Especially with the way the two men were laughing and carrying on behind me, giving Logan shit.

Unfortunately for them, they took too long to follow me into the interrogation room, leaving me enough time to get good and pissed.

Meaning when my phone rang, I wasn’t in a very good mood.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hi, Katy. This is Bruno, with UPS. How are you today?”

Then, before I could think better of it, I started explaining my day to the UPS guy. I gave every last detail of my night, ending with how Tasia had ruined it, and how she’d lost her shit. Followed shortly by how I was now at the police station waiting for a police officer to interrogate me.

Bruno listened through it all and didn’t interrupt me even once.

He was a good listener, albeit kind of weird.

“Sounds like you’ve had a really hard day,” Bruno said lightly.

I scoffed. “Bruno, you have no idea.”

But before I could talk to him further, the cop that had started this all just a few days ago by telling me that Jakobe had been released, walked in.

“Thank you for asking about my package and letting me know that it was shipped. I really appreciate you keeping an eye on it. But I gotta go. Bye.” I hung up before Bruno could get a word in.

“Friend?” Detective Hastings asked.

I shook my head.

“UPS guy at the UPS store. I had a package that sat out on my front porch for a couple of days, so I had to call the main office to complain. He was just following up to make sure to let me know that it arrived at their facility and that he’d let me know if there were any problems,” I explained.

Detective Hastings nodded, then pulled up a seat directly across from me.

“So, you said that Jakobe was hurt last night,” I said. “And you’re questioning me?”

Detective Hastings sighed. “How about you tell me, from beginning to end, what happened last night. Let me know what you did from the time you left work.”

So, I did, leaving out not a single detail.

I told him everything, right down to the handcuffs and the morning escapades.

Detective Hastings’ cheeks were bright red when I was finished.

“I’ll just leave that part out when I tell your dad later.” He readjusted in his chair.

I snickered and showed him my wrists. “See these? He’s going to ask about them anyway. I was hoping to cover them up with some makeup or something before I saw him, because he’s not dumb. He’s going to know that I had handcuffs on. And since I can see him walking past the interrogation room door, I highly doubt that this is going to go by unnoticed, but if you don’t want to tell him that part, that’s fine.”

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