It caught me off guard and I'm never as good a liar on the spur of the moment. He moved in his seat, shoulders tightening and loosening as if he were trying to get rid of tension, too. At that moment sympathy was a luxury I couldn't afford. He fingered the cross-shaped tie tack that was standard police issue almost everywhere, but somehow I thought Marks was serious about it.
At your service, ma'am. I know that, he said. So only part of the truth until I knew whether he was a bad guy. Why? I started walking again, and he grabbed my arm, turned me to face him, There was fierceness in his eyes, an intensity that trembled down his arm.
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