He shakes his head. "Just let me ask you the questions, Ms. d'Armand. Don't worry about being helpful. The facts are what they are, and we have to work with them."
I nod jerkily, trying to pull my feet away from Logan, but he traps them between his with another grin. I scowl at him and turn my body so I'm more firmly facing Marcus. "Is there anything else you need from me?"
"Yes. We'll also be questioning you about the events with Officer Nancy Stewart, and also about your relationship with Jonathan Fernsby."
Shaking my head, and trying to ignore Logan's flirtatious stare, I say, "I don't have a relationship with Jonathan Fernsby."
Marcus's finger jabs the air, pointing straight at me. "And the lie detector determined that was a lie."
I blink, caught off guard. My mouth opens, then closes, like a fish out of water. Logan's low chuckle sends a shiver down my spine, not helping my mental state one bit.
"I... what?" I manage to stammer out.
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