Free The Rogue Reviewer (Primrose, Minnesota Book 3) by Mia Dymond Page B

bothering her in the middle of the night. For
the second time.”
    Jackson mumbled and she could’ve sworn it
sounded something like idiot .
    “I’ll drive you home once you post bail.”
    “Not in this contraption you won’t.”
    He answered with another cocky chuckle and
she felt like kicking the back of his seat.
    Marnie scooted down low in the seat.
“Jackson, please don’t let him drive down Main Street.”
    “He won’t.” Jackson gave his partner a hard
stare. “And he’ll take the alley to the unloading dock.”
    Dara took one look at her best friend, now
almost curled into a ball, and almost laughed out loud. “Marnie,
the windows are tinted so no one can see inside. That’s why they
don’t load prisoners until the officer can sit inside with
them.”
    “Research?” Mace’s deep, taunting tone made
her want to stuff his handcuffs in a very strategic place.
    “As a matter of fact, yes. Your captain was
full of information.”
    “You know Captain Bradley?” Jackson cut his
eyes at Mace as he steered into the covered garage that housed the
booking area.
    “Personally.” She glanced at Marnie. “You can
sit up now, we’re here.”
    “Nice, Turner,” Jackson mumbled.
     
    An hour later, Dara dialed the lone telephone
just outside the jail cell. “Alex, it’s Dara.”
    “Are you drunk? It’s two o’clock a.m.”
    “Not exactly. We’re in jail.”
    “We?”
    “Marnie’s with me.”
    “Are you together?”
    “Yes. We’re sharing a lovely steel box with
several thousand germs at the moment.”
    “Are you okay?”
    “Of course.” She gave a half smile to a woman
in the corner whose tank top worked overtime to restrain her ample
breasts. “In fact, I’m doing some extensive research on the night
life in Primrose.” She winced at the tortured groan that left
Marnie’s throat.
    “What was that noise?”
    “Marnie.”
    “I’ll be right there. Do me a favor and keep
your research on the downlow.”
    Dara disconnected the call, hung up the
receiver, and then grinned at Mace. “Alex is on her way.”
    She bit her lip as Jackson’s face turned a
pale shade of green. It was almost unfair for him to suffer Alex’s
wrath as well, but it served him right for following alongside
Mace.
    Mace opened the cell and gestured her and
Marnie inside. “I’ll let you know when she gets here.”
    She and Marnie took a seat on an empty bench
on the opposite side of the cell from the others.
    “Not much business tonight,” Marnie
mumbled.
    “Can you believe he actually arrested
us?”
    “Yes.” Marnie answered so quickly that Dara
got the impression she waited for the opportunity. “He didn’t have
a choice.”
    “Huh? Of course he had a choice! We weren’t
even inside the house. The front porch wasn’t part of the crime
scene.”
    “Don’t you see?” Her friend actually giggled.
“There’s a major power struggle between you two. He had to do
something to gain control.”
    She grinned, impressed by Marnie’s response.
“You’d make a pretty good head doctor.”
    “I learned from the best.”
    “Thanks, Marnie.”
    “I meant Bri, but you’re not so bad
yourself.”
    Dara shook her head at Marnie’s teasing,
relieved the other woman wasn’t still panicked about being
arrested. And really, she wasn’t either. If arresting her gave
Detective Turner a false sense of security, more power to him –
locking her up wouldn’t stop her from picking up the case right
where she left off.
    Minutes felt like hours while she waited for
Hurricane Alex to blow in the jail, but Dara practiced patience.
She knew from experience Alex would be the one in control –
Detective Turner would have no choice in the matter. She glanced at
the clock on the wall and frowned. Alex would have to get to the
jail first.
    Just about the time she was ready to admit
Alex had chosen sleep over her friends, Mace approached and opened
the cell door
    “Your attorney’s in the interrogation room.”
He gestured