His gaze snapped to hers, and she took an odd satisfaction in surprising him. “The police station? Isn’t that the only place we know is Sonny-free?”

She knew her smile was smug but didn’t really care. “There’s a sergeant there who owes me a favor.”

John sent her another curious look but didn’t say anything. He just started the SUV and eased it away from the curb. They traveled in silence for a while, and Molly shifted restlessly, missing her car and the control driving gave her. To distract herself, she pulled up her contacts on her phone and started skimming through them, checking for people with possible connections to Sonny. She narrowed it down to three and sent them each a text, asking if they had any information on Zarver’s whereabouts.

Only one responded immediately. Are you crazy?? Why are you messing with him???

Molly must’ve made a face, because John asked, “What is it?”

“One of my contacts just confirming what a dumb thing we’re doing,” she said, just as a text from another person came in. NO! “Two of my contacts.” There was another buzz from her phone, and she sighed. “All of them. They all think I’m insane for going after Sonny.”

“Well…” He trailed off into silence as he pulled into the lot of the law enforcement center. He didn’t need to finish his thought, though. Molly knew perfectly well that he considered this a suicide mission…and she didn’t disagree.

She tried to mash down that feeling of impending doom as she hopped out of the SUV and headed for the front entrance, but she was only somewhat successful. Apprehension still tagged after her, nipping at her heels like a phantom sheepdog. John caught up to her easily, his huge form falling into step next to her, and she gave him a sideways glance. Despite the strange rivalry or whatever they’d had happening since they met, she had to admit that she was glad he was with her.

He pulled open the door for her, and she stepped inside. Only when she blinked in the brightness of the artificial lights did she realize how dark it had gotten outside. She almost ran into someone heading out the door, dodging out of the way at the last second before she crashed into them.

“Excuse me,” she said automatically, a moment before she recognized Detective Mill, the ray of sunshine who’d been at her house that afternoon.

His gaze turned frigid, so she guessed that he’d just recognized her, too. “Back again? What happened this time?”

“Nothing to do with you.” She always tried to have good relationships with the cops she dealt with in her work, but she was pretty sure that Mill would never be an ally. Besides, he and Bastien would be trotting back to Denver as soon as they wrapped up their case, so she let a bit of her snarky side show. “I won’t keep you. I’m sure you have criminals you need to let loose to roam the streets and break into innocent people’s houses.”