Ian turned around. “We are leaving by the front door. Be damned to Fellows.” “I thought you said he was ready to arrest us.” “Why should he?” Ian’s voice hardened, and he glanced at her with a look she didn’t understand. “He has no reason to arrest a man for spending a night in a pension with his wife.” Beth stopped. “But I’m not your . . .” She took in the priest, Mac’s expression, Curry’s innocently blank face. “Oh, no,” she said, her heart sinking. “Oh, Ian, no.”
Holy shit, this is hilarious
