There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

I step out into the lobby, striding toward him.
“Officer Hawks.”
“Mr. Blackwell.”
He holds out his hand to shake.
Sometimes I don’t shake hands, sometimes I do. It depends on what response
I want to elicit.
In this case, I take the proffered hand. Hawk’s shake is firm, right on the edge
of aggressive. He gives me a sharp look through the clear lenses of his
glasses.
I keep my expression calm and relaxed. I already showed Hawks my teeth
when he had Mara locked in an interrogation room. Today, I’m all politeness.
“We can speak in here,” I say, leading him into a conference room on the
ground floor. I have no intention of allowing Hawks any deeper into the
building.
“Is Mara here, too?” Hawks inquires pleasantly.
“She has a studio on the fourth floor.”
That’s not exactly an answer, something Hawks notes as well, his eyes
flicking fractionally toward the ceiling before settling on my face again.
“I heard she’s living with you now.”
“That’s right.”
“How long have you two been dating?”
“It’s hard to put a timeframe on these things. You know how intangible a
relationship can be. The art world is small. We’ve been in the same circle for
some time, orbiting one another.”
I’m evasive on purpose. I say nothing that can be contradicted or disproven.
Hawks will notice this too, but I don’t care. I want to annoy him. I want to
push him to tip his cards.