Liam sat in the back of the police car, his hands still cuffed behind him.
The seat was uncomfortable, the hard plastic digging into his back, and the smell of stale coffee and cleaning solution hung in the air.
Grace was in the driver's seat, her hands on the wheel as she navigated through traffic.
She hadn't said anything since they'd left the workshop, and the silence was starting to feel heavy.
Liam looked out the window, watching the buildings pass by.
'I literally caught criminals for her, and now I'm the one in handcuffs. This is insane.'
His mind was still trying to process what had just happened.
He glanced up at the rearview mirror and caught Grace looking at him.
Her expression had changed.
The professional, no-nonsense cop from earlier was gone. Now she looked... uncertain.
Almost guilty.
