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“It’s too much to expect you’ve broken out of one of these before, isn’t it?”
Staring morosely out the window of the panda, the Russian kept her face from view of whatever camera might be lurking, her voice a soft murmur that would hopefully escape most microphones. How much could they be paying to outfit their police equipment in the ass-end of Somerset, anyway? She was still half-expecting DCI Barnaby to amble up any moment now.
She still couldn’t believe one insidious phone call and a visit from some hick officer had managed to get two of the Commonwealth’s finest locked up in the backseat of a police vehicle. Licking the back of her teeth irritably, Julia flared her nostrils. Indecent exposure her ass -- Centossa had seen no more of what Eve had given her than any other man. She doubted the sight of her body could do anything to inflame more amorous passions, anyway. And still this jumped up second form reject thought they were fucking in their shitty little rental.
There was no telling who she ought to be more offended for -- herself, the assumed hussy, or the insinuations about Centossa’s tastes. Mostly, she focused on thoughts of escape, chased down sweetly with the thought of getting her hand around their targets throat and squeezing the life out of her for this nefarious way of shaking a tail.
“I once got the door off one of these, but that was ages ago -- some shithole in Latvia. You know it must have been dire if I could do it.” Even if the doors weren’t so sturdy, there was no helping the cuffs around their wrists. Gritting her teeth, she managed a few more words.
“I’m not getting processed. We’re getting out of here one way or a Goddamn other.”
