Chapter 3

What was he doing here? And with papers in his hands? Did that mean the investigation hadn’t wrapped up? Spyros swallowed. He could feel his cock pressing against the zip of his jeans. Now was not the time to get an erection, especially not for that man.

“You shouldn’t let him anywhere near you, Radhika,” he told her, shouting over the music.

“Why not?”

“Because that’s the guy who questioned me about the murders.”

Radhika’s mouth dropped open.

“He’s a cop?” She whistled and brazenly licked her lips, eyeing Barnett-Connelly across the room. “People must be queuing up to get arrested.”

Spyros cleared his throat, grabbing at a cloth and picking up two half-empty glasses left on the bar, pouring the remnants away.

“I wouldn’t know about that.”

“He got you rattled, didn’t he?”

Spyros growled, almost slamming the glasses a little too hard under the counter.

“Wouldn’t you, if you got accused of murder?”