“Lieutenant?” Carlton Morley’s pistol was aimed right where Dorian’s heart would go, his finger caressing the trigger with sensual promise. A large blond bobby stepped from the line. “Yes, Chief Inspector?” “Arrest them.” “Which ones?” the lieutenant asked, his eyes flicking from Farah with astonished recognition to Dorian with apprehension. Morley wasn’t glaring daggers at Dorian, but at Farah. “All of them.”
