Genre: YA Contemporary Fantasy
“I told you already, I’ve never seen him before.” Catalina glanced at the closed door, wishing someone would come in and rescue her from this douchebag.
Marshal Sycamore slammed his hands on the table.
Catalina flinched in the cheap plastic chair. She shifted her weight and winced, her shoulders aching from the awkwardness of her hands cuffed behind her back. Who knew cutting line would get a person arrested? Unless…
“Now, Ms. Bramson, I know you’re lying.” A smirking smile spread on his tanned face as he leaned forward. He had a Virginia gentleman’s accent, each word drawled but articulated. “I urge you to make this easy on yourself and just come out with it.”
Catalina’s face heated. “I’m telling you the truth!”
Only she wasn’t. She’d committed a crime by telling Will about everything. A bead of sweat ran down the side of her face. Was Marshal Sycamore trying to get her to confess her secret so they could formally charge her?
The Marshal chuckled and loosened the burgundy cravat tied at his neck, pulling it out from under his black pinstriped waistcoat. “Do I strike you for a fool?”
“Not initially.” Despite the churning of her stomach, she forced a tight smile. Play it cool. Just play it cool and she’d make it out of this in one piece. He hadn’t hinted about Will and she wasn’t about to volunteer the information.
His knee-length brown duster rustled as he paced around the table toward her. “Are you trying to sass me, Ms. Bramson?”