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    Probably out of mercy for her ears, she flipped the man’s hood over his head. “Oh, hush.” She latched one of the thug’s wrists and then the other. “I’m taking you in. It just so happens I’m on my way to the police station right now.”
    Ash continued to gape, a ridiculous thing for someone with his skill and training. This woman was beyond anything he’d ever seen. Anyone else would have run in the other direction. Not her. She faced danger head-on. Seemed to welcome it. Panic and exhilaration overcame him as he watched her. His pulse quickened, but all he could do was stand there and blink like an ass.
    “I’ll need you to make a statement.” Her long slender neck turned to face him as she shoved the kid into the passenger side of her gold POS car. “Once I get Dracula here settled into the backseat, the front’s all yours.” When he didn’t respond, her eyebrows rose in question with a look of, Yo, dumbshit. Anybody home?
    “What?” His mind recapped. Handcuffs. Police station. Statement.
    No way. He grabbed the woman around her upper arm, causing her to jump. “No cops.” That’s the last thing he needed. If he went to the precinct or any cops came around here, his cover would be screwed for sure. Not only his cover, but the entire investigation. The DEA had discovered enough dirty BPD cops that they had to be on guard. No telling who was clean or who could be trusted within BPD. This was strictly DEA territory now. All it would take was one leak to alert the dealer that the team was onto him and he’d go underground. They couldn’t allow that. They were too close to nailing the son of a bitch.
    Her forehead creased, and a beet red color seeped into her face, despite his hand clutching her arm like a baseball bat. She inched onto her tiptoes and shoved her scrunched-up face into his personal space. “Why? You got something to hide? You know an awful lot about this Vamp stuff. Maybe I should grab an extra pair of cuffs and force your butt down to the station, too. As a proud employee of the Baltimore City Police Department—”
    She’s a fucking cop? That explained the handcuffs.
    “—I am well within my rights to—hey!”
    He let go of her to snatch the addict. Never without a key—old habits and all that—Ash snapped the cuffs open, releasing the thug from the metal hold. “Go.” He pointed in the direction of 27th Street. Maybe the kid would make it the eight blocks to Club Hell. “Now.”
    Blondie’s head swept from the direction of the handcuffs to Ash and back again. “How did you—?”
    The young thug stumbled away, clutching his stomach, not bothering to glance back.
    “Get back here!” she shouted. Then she turned her fury on Ash. She actually stomped her foot. “Oh! You—you…imbecile!” She stretched up on her tiptoes again, even farther than before, barely putting her at his chin level, and shoved her bony finger in his face. “What’s wrong with you? He should be arrested!”
    Ash shrugged and turned toward his house. He was done dealing with this. The issue wasn’t the kid being addicted. It was the source of the drugs. And he’d just gotten a strong lead on the latter.
    She followed him. “Oh, great. That’s just great. Ignore me, why don’t you?” She practically stepped on his heels. “Do you have any idea what you just did? You said that guy’s a drug addict!”
    And the perp had had a gun to her head, but that didn’t seem to matter to the insane woman. “Your point?” He kept his back to her. If she was a cop, then she’d ask all sorts of questions. Questions he sure as hell wasn’t going to answer.
    “Right, it’s not your problem,” she continued, trailing him like a fucking shadow. “You obviously don’t give a crap about other people. If you did, you wouldn’t have let that guy go. You know what I should do? I should lock you up for obstruction of justice!” Her footsteps stopped, and he peered over his shoulder. She seemed