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him.”
                  “Doll,” he barked, interrupting her. “Look at yourself.”
                  “What?”
                  “You’re carrying around the murder weapon!”
                  “Huh?”
                  “Do you have any idea how bad this looks?”
                  “Oh!” Kitty tried not to get alarmed, as she fished her Home Depot receipt out of her pocket. “Here.”
                  “What’s this?”
                  “The receipt. It has the date and time I bought the magnets, which shows I bought them after Marcus was killed.”
                  “Okay,” he said, sarcastically. “Now show me the policy that says a person can only buy magnets on one day—never before and never after.”
                  Kitty fell silent.
                  “See where this is going?”
                  “Oh, please, I’d never kill Marcus. I didn’t even know the guy! In fact,” she went on, falling into a hush-hush tone as if she were about to divulge a very juicy detail. “Gretchen told me Marcus owed money to some very bad men.”
                  Sterling cocked his head at that, but not in a good way. “And you’re offended when I call you a gossip?”
                  “Just admit you hadn’t gotten this far on your own.”
                  He said nothing, only glared at her.
                  “You didn’t. Did you? You had no clue about the magnet.”
                  “My Lieutenant knows about you,” he said, which seemed random until he elaborated. “He knows about Duke von Winkle’s murder as well as Johnny Gibbons’, and he’s starting to make connections you don’t want him to make.”
                  She furrowed her brow, not quite following.
                  “You’re now associated with three murders, Kitty. It doesn’t look good—”
                  “I didn’t kill any of those people—”
                  “But you’re drawing attention to yourself by meddling in the investigations and people here are starting to wonder.”
                  “That’s crazy. Did you tell them I’m helping?”
                  He moaned, exasperated. “You aren’t helping!”
                  “You seem stressed.”
                  “I am stressed! You’re stressing me out!”
                  “Because I’m helping—”
                  “You aren’t helping, Christ!”
                  “Or because you’ve cut me off and the tension is building inside you?”
                  It was a forward question and his brain shot right to the insinuation, causing his eyes to soften and lip to curl with sudden longing for her.
                  “Come to the mansion,” she suggested. “Let’s go now, together.”
                  “I’m supposed to apprehend you for interfering with an investigation, Kitty.”
                  “But I have an idea,” she pressed. “Besides, you don’t really want to arrest me for that.”
                  “Do you get that I’m not the one making the call? Do you understand how mortified I am that the entire homicide department has their eye on my nosey girlfriend?”
                  Kitty’s heart skipped a beat. “Girlfriend?”
                  He groaned a sigh at the fact she was constantly focused on the wrong thing. “It’s a turn of phrase. That’s what they think you are. Don’t read too much into it.”
                  “Oh.” It stung a bit, but she perked right up. “So the mansion?”
                  It was the last thing he wanted to do, but the glint in his eye told her she’d worn him