Clint sighed. “Fine, if that’s how you want to play it.” He looked at Greg. “Call Matt. Maybe he’ll do the execution right here, right now.” This was where she was obviously supposed to quiver in fear and finally confess. Instead, she gave a theatrical gasp. “What? Now? But the night is young, boys.” “Ally,” Clint gritted out. “Bring out the cuffs, let’s have some fun.” “Ally.” She threw up her arms. “All right, I confess
