“Who the hell is that guy, and why did you set me up like that,” DS demanded.
Samantha looked down at the man’s arms, still clutching her shirt. “Are you going to let go of me?”
DS, apparently unaware that he was still holding on to her, let go. “What did you get me into,” he asked again, defeated.
Samantha looked into his eyes. She didn’t want to set the meeting up in the first place. Feeling bad about doing it, she decided to tell him the truth. “His name is Christian. I set up the meeting for him because he rescued Bethany from that bank explosion. And…”
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