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

The urge to yank my hands away, to fight him, is overwhelming. But he’s
closing the manacle around my wrist one-handed while he keeps his gun
shoved against my side.
He frisks me roughly, finding the knife in my pocket.
“What’s this?” he crows. “Looks like probable cause to me. Can’t wait to run
that through analysis.”
I want to slam the crown of my head against the bridge of his nose. I’m dying
to do it.
Does he really think I’m stupid enough to carry a murder weapon around in
my pocket?
I mean … one I’ve already used.
“We have to get to Mara!” I snap. “I can show you where they’re going.”
“Shut UP,” Hawks hisses, jamming the barrel between my ribs. “I want to
shoot you. I’m fucking itching to do it. Just give me a reason.”
I keep my mouth shut as he hustles me to the end of the alleyway, to the
cruiser parked a block down the street.
God DAMN it! I was hoping he brought his own car.
He shoves me in the back, where the doors have no interior handles and I’m
trapped behind the thick metal mesh separating the driver from the back seat.
Hawks drops my knife into an evidence bag and stows it in the trunk, before
climbing into the front.
“This is pointless,” I tell him. “I’ll have a team of lawyers down at the station
in an hour. I’ll run this all the way up the chain—you’ll be writing parking
tickets in Excelsior by the time I’m finished with you.”
“Yeah?” Hawks scoffs. “Well at least I get to ruin your night first.”
He’s right about that. With the speed the SFPD moves, I won’t even get my
phone call within an hour. By then, Mara will be long gone.
Hawks turns right on 18 th Street, driving away from Corona Heights Park.