"How did you know I was in the police station, Mr. Atticus?" I asked him as soon as we got in his car and he turned towards me, placing his phone down, to grace me with his presence.
"I answered this already, Miss Wilson." He said as a matter of fact and I narrowed my eyes in displeasure.
"I have my ways is not an answer!" I said and he clicked his tongue in annoyance when he had to place his phone down again, to look at me.
"You wanna bet, Miss Wilson? Because more than half of my answers comprise of the same four words." He said as his midnight eyes bored into mine with intensity that gave me shivers, I didn't like.
"And why was my brother so happy to see you?" I asked him and he smiled at my question. As if something hit him, like a flashback. And when I said, he smiled, he actu
