1980: You Shook Me All Night Long (Love in the 80s #1) by Casey L. Bond Read Free Book Online Page A

get a seatbelt?” I grumbled.
    “I’m gonna enjoy this. Think you could just sneak away from me? Huh-uh. I’ve been doing this longer than you’ve been alive, boy.”
    “I didn’t steal the car!”
    “We have you on tape the second time. Ha!”
    I beat my forehead against the window. “I didn’t steal it the first time. Todd Armistead, in his stupid flashy suit came by my shop Friday morning. He wanted me to fix it right away, but I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with his car. He gave me till Monday morning, said he’d be back then.”
    “Sure he did,” Hammond scoffed.
    I shut up and listened to the beeps and chatter on his scanner. Talking to him was pointless. And God, I’d pulled Tina into this damn mess. She was just a kid like Joey.

O fficer Walker , as he introduced himself politely, drove quietly to the police station that we’d been held in just hours before. He led me inside. The mess and damage from the earthquake was barely visible now. They had picked up all of the paper littering the aisles between desks and cubicles. All of the overturned file cabinets were upright and clerks were hard at work re-filing all of the upset documents.
    Walker removed my handcuffs when we stepped inside a tiny four foot-by-four foot room. A simple wooden veneer table and two chairs on opposite sides were all that was inside. A tiny window near the ceiling, complete with bars let some of the morning light in. I rubbed my wrists. “Thank you.”
    “You’re welcome, ma’am.”
    “Officer Walker?”
    “Ma’am?”
    “How much trouble am I in?”
    He pursed his lips. “A lot. If you cooperate, it would be in your best interest, but I can’t tell you that officially.”
    I smiled. He was young, barely older than me, with blonde hair that curled at the ends despite the short buzz cut he sported. “If I may say so, ma’am. You deserve better than a guy who’d make you do something like that.”
    He didn’t make me do anything.
    I nodded and watched as Officer Walker shut the door and paused outside to lock me inside. I plopped into the chair opposite the door and waited. And waited.... and waited.
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    W ith folded arms resting on the tiny table, I nodded off. The sound of Hammond’s keys in the door woke me. His interrogation was ridiculous. What did what I had for breakfast have to do with anything at all? But he was determined to leave no stone unturned. I kept my arms crossed, sitting as far back in my seat as I could as he chomped through five more doughnuts, littering the table with crumbs and droplets of spilt coffee. Gross.
    My head hurt from lack of caffeine. My stomach growled from hunger and Hammond wouldn’t even let me go to the bathroom. This was torture. I needed to pee. “Can I please go to the restroom?”
    “When we’re finished, you can.”
    “I think I started my period and I—”
    Hammond raised his hand up. His arm was so long it almost smacked into my nose. “Say no more. You can go, but you come right back here. Got it.”
    “Yes.”
    “Yes, sir,” he corrected.
    I didn’t repeat him, but I did follow him down the hallway to the bathroom. I splashed water on my face and gulped it from my cupped hands. Gripping the edges of the sink, I looked at my running makeup and sighed. I pushed away from the mirror and met Hammond in the hallway. Back into the tiny room we went.

H ammond asked me every question in the book. When it was clear that I wasn’t talking, he left the room, flexing his pecs and slamming the door in what was effectively a temper tantrum. I’d seen Joey have those. Hell, the boy still lost his shit sometimes.
    I grinned, threading my hands behind my head. Tipping the front chair legs up, I teetered on the back ones. “Don’t I get a phone call?” I hollered.
    I’d asked Hammond for one and he ignored the question, which was pretty much illegal.
    “Can I call my attorney?”
    The door opened and a young cop stepped in. The name badge pinned to his