“Touch anything except the steering wheel and gear stick, and I’ll arrest you myself.” “Aw, handcuffs and all?” Rory twirled the keys around his finger, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “I guessed you’d be into all that.” Maxwell’s face darkened, jaw clenching as he stepped into Rory’s space. “There’s a fucking dead body ten feet away from us. Show some goddamn respect, or I swear to god I’ll—” “Alright!” snapped Kit. “We’re moving out! Rory, assist Maxwell with body extraction. You follow his orders to the letter, or there’ll be consequences.”
