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“What made you decide to destroy our phones? Been watching way too many spy movies?”
                It comes from years of learning how to hide from detection.
                “I’m a bit tech savvy, and one of the things I’ve learned is there are a hundred ways to track a person. To disappear off the face of the earth is possible, but very difficult.”
                “Ah! That’s why you don’t use credit cards.”
                “I have a debit card, but using it could have placed us in jeopardy.”
                “Because they would be able to track your withdrawals?”
                He smiled. “Yes.”
                “So why destroy the phones?”
                “At some point, even if I stopped using the card, if I’d kept my phone, it would be traceable.”
                She stared out the side passenger window. “What happens now? I mean, after we go to the police, what next?”
                “I have no idea, Cherron. We’ll have to wait and see.”
                They drove the rest of the way in silence. Once they entered the city limits, he asked her to keep an eye open for a police cruiser.
                “I don’t know where the nearest police station is. We’ll need to flag down a police officer for directions.”
                He took a tentative sniff. Knowing she hadn’t put any perfume on that morning allowed her lilac scent to be more noticeable. He could also smell her worry, like acrid smoke. Oddly, though, her fear was nearly nonexistent.
                For the first time, he could feel his body beginning to respond to her nearness. In any other circumstance, he would welcome it. But not now. Not when all this trouble was far from being resolved.
                And not when she was already spoken for.
                “I mean, I care very much for him. To be honest, Liam, I don’t believe the soul-burning type of love you read about in romance novels, or see on the movie screen, really exists.”
                She didn’t believe in love because she’d never been in love. It was as easy as that. Furthermore, he could tell she had never experienced an orgasm. She’d had sex in the past. She’d had sex with Aaron. There was a minute amount of residue of his possession of her still clinging in the pores of her body. But the scent was clogging her skin like a fine layer of dirt she’d never be able to wash away until she had her first true release.
                His groin tightened. She looked upon him as a friend. A defender. A personal bodyguard. She trusted him, but she didn’t think of him as someone she could become attracted to. Not yet, anyway. He gripped the steering wheel tighter. He had to find a way to approach her on a more personal level. But, damn it, how?
                “There! Cop car!” Cherron called out.
                Yarrolam switched lanes and followed the police cruiser until it pulled into a parking lot. Opening his car door, he stuck one foot out on the cement and waved at the two officers sitting inside. The men finally got out of their vehicle and approached him. Their hands hovered above their holstered service weapons.
                “Can we help you, sir?”
                “My name is Liam Vost. Detective Washoo is needing to speak to me.”
                The officer, whose name tag said Mullins, glanced over at his partner standing near the passenger side. The second policeman nodded.
                “We were told to keep an eye out for you,” Mullins admitted.
                “I need to follow you to the nearest precinct,” Yarrolam advised.
                “It’s not far,” Mullins told him, and two policemen got back into their cruiser.
                They pulled into a rear