looks. The haughtiness that her sister had once found so attractive was diminished substantially. His left brow twitched and spittle clung to his thin lips. She leaned back in her seat, her arms crossing easily over her chest. “We’re not talking about the young woman you flew into town with. That’s not your problem right now. Do you remember Shannon Winstead? Or Alice Mumford?”
The man bristled noticeably, that twitch over his eye suddenly intensifying with a vengeance. He didn’t respond, his expression hardening even more.
Danni shifted forward in her seat. Her eyes narrowed as she glared at him. “Do you remember me, Mr. Havel? We met in Atlanta. When you were wining and dining my sister, and making her promises you had no intention of keeping. When you took her hostage, and held her against her will. Does that bring back any memories for you?”
The man met her stare and held it. Danni stared back, not at all intimidated. His gaze dropped to the tabletop, and then his eyes shifted back and forth between them. “I want my attorney,” he snapped.
“We’d like your attorney, too,” Danni interjected. “Because we’re really not interested in you. We want the people you work for. So why don’t you help yourself by helping us?”
The man snarled, suddenly leaping from his seat, the table between them shifting. Armstrong stood abruptly, his stance defensive. The other officer in the room took two steps forward, his hand braced against the weapon at his waistband. Danni didn’t flinch, her eyes locked tight with the suspect’s.
“Sit down!” she snapped, her tone low and even.
The quiet in the room was suddenly thick and tense, everyone waiting to see who might jump first. Havel took a breath and then slowly eased himself back into his seat. He closed and then opened his eyes, turning to stare at Armstrong.
“You’ll be sent back to Atlanta to face charges,” Danni said. “And I’ll be there personally to see that you get the maximum. This is your last chance to help yourself.”
The moment was interrupted as the door swung open, a well-dressed woman stepping into the room. She smiled sweetly, her head shaking from side to side. “Detectives, you do know this is a violation of my client’s rights. How dare you interrogate him without my being present?”
“Your client was here voluntarily, Ms. Harper,” Armstrong said. “He wanted to cooperate.”
“I’m sure he did,” she said, her eyes never leaving Armstrong’s face. “I’m sure I should be asking what you did to be so persuasive, Detective Black.”
Danni felt something like jealousy waft through her spirit, the sensation unexpected and unnerving. It was obvious Armstrong and the other woman had history, and her awareness of such suddenly made her uncomfortable. She came to her feet as she cleared her throat. “The state of Georgia is pressing charges against your client. He’ll be extradited back to Atlanta as soon as we can get him processed.”
The other woman shifted her gaze toward Danni, eyeing her from head to toe. “And what has my client been charged with doing in Atlanta?”
Danni smiled at the woman. “Didn’t he tell you? One of his victims got away. He left a witness behind.”
The man suddenly said something in his native Czech, a wave of anxiety crossing his expression. The other woman hissed back in response, her reply terse and heated. She regained her composure as quickly as she’d lost it.
Armstrong chuckled. “We’ll give you and your client some privacy. Let us know when you’re ready to talk about that deal,” he said.
Danni led them toward the exit, Armstrong on her heels. As she passed Havel, she swept his chair leg with her foot, the aggressive gesture sending the chair and the man tumbling to the floor.
“Oops! Sorry about that,” Danni said, her tone dull. “I don’t know how that happened.”
The man and his attorney both glared as Armstrong reached out to pull him to his feet, pushing him back into his seat. “Accidents happen,” he said, shrugging his broad shoulders. “It’s good to see you again, Leslie,” he said, dispensing with the formalities. He winked an eye at the woman.
“I’m filing a formal complaint against her, Armstrong,” the woman snapped as they reached the door.
Armstrong nodded. “I’m sure you will,” he responded before the door closed tightly behind them. On the other side, he shot Danni a look. “Nice work,” he said sarcastically.
Danni ignored him. “Who’s Pius?”
“Excuse me?”
“Pius. His attorney told him Pius wasn’t going to be happy. Do you know whom she might have been referring to?”
“You speak Czech?” Surprise wafted across his expression.
“I speak twelve languages.”
“I’m impressed.”
“Are you on a first-name basis with all the women around here?” she quipped, completely off topic.
Armstrong smiled. “Only the ones who matter.”
Danni turned. “I’m not impressed.”
He laughed, the wealth of it searing as Danni tried to stall the quiver of heat that suddenly surged through her feminine spirit. He pushed past her as they headed back to his car.
As he opened her door for her, he met her gaze, his own stare intense. “Leslie Harper and my sister were in law school together.”
“You don’t owe me any explanation.”
“I don’t, but I believe in full disclosure.”
Her eyes dropped to the concrete beneath her feet, unable to hold the look he was giving her a minute longer. There was something about the way he stared at her. Seeming to inhale every line of her profile as if he were casting it in memory, painting the best of her in his mind’s eye. She couldn’t remember any man looking at her so intensely. There was something seductive about his gaze and she knew if she wasn’t careful she could easily lose herself in the wealth of it. She shook her head, desperate to wave the rising emotion away. “You have a sister?”
“I have two sisters and four brothers.”
“Wow!” She stole a quick glance in his direction.
“I take it you don’t come from a big family?”
Danni thought about her family. Hers had been a happy home when her mother had been there to give them balance. Laughter had been abundant, and she had felt safe. Being a little girl had been all about tea parties and playdates and dress-up, with her and Shannon the pretty princesses of their own fairy tales. That disappeared with the aftermath of a car crash that no one had survived. It had devastated their family, their father barely able to handle his own hurt. Holidays passed without celebration, home-cooked meals were a rarity and two little girls were left to keep their crazy grandmother from running through the neighborhood naked. She shook her head.
“No. It was just me and my sister, Shannon. Our mother died when we were in grade school, and our father and grandmother raised us. He was a trucker and always
