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

“No.”
Hawks lets the silence stretch between us. This is an age-old technique, to
encourage me to add on to my statement. To get me babbling.
I keep my mouth firmly shut. Smiling at Hawks. Waiting with equal patience.
Hawks switches tactics.
“How long have you known Alastor Shaw?”
“We went to art school together.”
“Really.”
He didn’t know that. Sloppy, sloppy, officer.
I can tell he’s annoyed at the omission—color rises up from the collar of his
shirt.
“The Siren called you rivals,” Hawks says.
“The Siren likes to stir up drama.”
“You’re not rivals?”
“I don’t believe in rivalry—I’m only in competition with myself.”
“Would you call yourselves friends?”
“Not particularly.”
“Just another acquaintance.”
“That’s right.”
Hawks is tiring of these bland answers. He sucks a little air through his teeth.
“I’m surprised you agreed to meet with me without your lawyer present. You
were adamant that any communication with Mara go through your attorney.”
“I still am. She was treated disrespectfully by the police after she was
attacked.”
“That wasn’t my department.”