“Keep your hand where I can see it!” Miller barked, his voice cracking slightly under the tension he had helped build.
Victoria did not fight the leverage. She allowed Miller to pull her arm back, but as her right hand cleared the opening of her canvas shorts, her thumb quietly flipped the heavy toggle switch on the small casing nestled inside.
Click.
The second cuff snapped around her right wrist with a dull, heavy metallic ring. Vance shoved her forward against the hot panel of the driver’s door, pinning her torso against the silver paint. The metal of the door burned faintly through her shirt, reflecting the glare of the noon sun.
“There,” Vance growled, his heavy breath warm against the back of her neck. “Now you’re detained. You want to keep talking, or are you ready to get in the back of the cruiser?”
Victoria rested her forehead against the glass of the driver-side window for a single second, gathering her breath. Her expression remained completely unbothered, her pulse steady. She turned her head sideways against the glass, looking Vance straight in the eye.
