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parole.” The detective leaned back in his chair as if he had all day. He crossed his arms and gave Storm a look of disdain from beneath heavy eyebrows. “Did your old man help you kill Marcus?”
    Storm’s head jerked up. “What the hell does that asshole have to do with this?”
    Would his whole life be colored by his kinship to the meth addict psycho who killed his mother? Everyone expected him to go crazy and start shooting. Would people ever realize he was his own person? He was nothing like his father. He had enough intelligence not to make the mistakes others around him had. Except for the extra time he’d gotten tacked onto his prison sentence. Yeah, well, they might have a point. Still pissed him off.
    “I figured you got together when he was released last week. What did you two do, party it up and decide to rob Jimmy Marcus?”
    “Fuck.” Storm looked away. He was so tired of shit like this. He knew he should shut his mouth, but he hated the thought of anyone associating him with the son of a bitch. Looking the detective in the eyes, he said, “The scumbag killed my mom. Do you really think I would have anything to do with him?” He didn’t bother telling them about how the old man would give a nine-year-old kid a black eye and laugh about it.
    The detective only stared at him, his dispassionate face saying more than he thought. He didn’t believe a word. What had Storm expected? Fuck them.
    Before the detective could ask another question, a knock brought their attention to the opening of the door.
    A deputy stuck his head into the room. “The lady has a lawyer downstairs. She said we don’t have probable cause and demands that he be released.”
    “We were just having a nice little talk. Weren’t we, Mr. Ryder?” The detective waved the deputy out to the hallway. He shut the door leaving him alone inside. A good length of time later the door opened again, and the detective walked around the end of the table and unlocked the handcuffs. The deputy at the door chuckled as if seeing Storm locked down was funny.
    “Deputy Fields will show you to the room where you can change back into your clothes. I’m sure you feel more comfortable in the jumper, but it’s time to give it back. Like old times, right?” The older man laughed as if he’d told the funniest joke.
    Storm didn’t care. He wanted out of there, fast. Rubbing his wrists, the urge to slug the smirk off the man’s face almost overtaking his good reason, he decided going home and taking a shower sounded so much better.
    His clothes smelled like a chemical factory from whatever they used to look for residue and who-in-the-hell knew what else, but they were his, and he was ready to get the hell out of the place.
    Dressed, including his gloves and boots, Storm followed the deputy downstairs to where Mary Jane and a well-dressed woman waited. After introductions, he knew the stranger was her lawyer.
    “Are you okay?” Concern wrinkled Mary Jane’s nose.
    His breath left his body. He’d forgotten how sexy her voice was. Appearing crisp and fresh—even her skirt didn’t have wrinkles from sitting—she could’ve been attending a tea party. Damn. Did her legs go all the way up to her neck?
    Wearing a rumpled and stained T-shirt with scruffy jeans and his vest over an arm, he looked as if they’d literally picked him up off the streets. His fingers stroked the skull patch on his vest. The detective told him not to put his cut on until he walked outside or it would be confiscated.
    “Thanks for getting me out of here.” It was the least he could say. He glanced over to the lawyer. A mixture of disgust and fascination crossed her face before she pulled herself together and looked away.
    Mary Jane reached out to hug him, but he stepped back.
    A hurt look crossed her face. He felt uncomfortable knowing he’d caused it, but he really needed to leave. Hugs were not his thing, if he was fast enough to prevent them. He hated the touch-feely way