“Listen to me, Inspector.” Ethan’s voice was dark and low. “I don’t know where Maggie is at the moment, but I’m going to find her. And you’re either going to help me or get out of my way because I’m getting ready to start breaking things. Lamps. Dishes.” He cocked an eyebrow. “Heads.” To Dobson’s credit, he didn’t even flinch. “I could arrest you for that, you know?” “Oh.” Ethan didn’t even try not to smirk. “You’re more than welcome to try.”
