Chapter 63
“Well, that was fun,” Paul leaned over to whisper as they walked, taking advantage of the excuse to lean in especially close and totally invade Rikka’s personal space.
She didn’t hit him this time, but neither was she giving back his key to the Ferrari as they walked out the front doors of the New York Police Department’s 17th Precinct building. When they were taken into custody, the key had been confiscated out of her pocket, therefore the properties officer had returned it to her. The car was still parked at Rockefeller Center, so she could fetch it at her leisure. Maybe she’d take it to her bolt hole upstate. Paul would never find it there.
The sidewalk was half covered with NYPD cruisers and unmarked sedans backed up over the curb to park half-up on the sidewalks. Whoever
