Chapter 58
I planted the tip of Night's Fall into the street in front of me and glared him out of the car. Eventually, it worked. He cut the engine but not the lights, then clambered out, keeping the door open as a shield between him and me. He was an even darker shadow now, condensed with secrets.
"You're a slippery one, Belle Harrison," he said.
I sighed, thinking I should legally change my name to Just Belle. "And you're not who you say are, Detective Appelt. You took something from me."
"I had to."
"Why?"
He went silent, possibly a bit of payback for our question-and-non-answer session at the police station.
"I didn't kill Tim."
"But you know who did."