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them even remembered I was there.
    Noah stormed ahead, back through the
double doors before barreling through the lobby and back out onto the street.
    “What the fuck was that?” Worthington
seethed once we were out of the police station.
    “That was a fucking ambush,” Noah
said.   He was putting his gloves
back on.   “I’m not talking to them
again.   They can go fuck
themselves.   They think I killed
Dani DeClair?   Yeah, well, prove
it.”
    “No, I mean, what the fuck were you doing?” Worthington demanded.   “They have you on tape threatening a
police office.   Do you know how
that makes you look?   Not to mention
if there’s ever a grand jury hearing, they’ll – ”
    “I told you,” Noah said calmly, “I don’t
give a fuck what they do.   And if
you can’t accept that, well, then, maybe I should find a lawyer who can.”   He started walking toward the street, where
he climbed into the backseat of his waiting limo.
    Besides the slight look of disapproval
he’d given me when I asked Detective Rake for some coffee, he hadn’t
acknowledged my presence at all.
      “Jesus,” Professor Worthington swore under his breath.   He reached into his coat pocket and
pulled out a pack of cigarettes.   He lit one up and exhaled slowly.   He glanced over at me, seemingly remembering for the first time that I
was there.
    “You smoke?” he asked, holding out the
pack and offering me one.
    I shook my head no.  
    He took another long drag and I just
stood there, not sure what I was supposed to say.   This definitely wasn’t the way I imagined my first foray
into the real world of law going – me having slept with a potential
suspect, finding out that a couple of other women he’d slept with had ended up
murdered.
    My phone started ringing, and I fumbled
through my bag until I found it.
    It was a number I didn’t recognize.
    “Charlotte Holloway,” I said, deciding to
try and sound professional in front of Professor Worthington.  
    “Hi, Charlotte Holloway.”   The voice was smooth as silk, and
instantly recognizable.   “This is
Noah Cutler.”
    “Oh,” I said.   “Hi, Noah.”
    Worthington looked up with interest.
    “I’d like to discuss what just happened
in there,” he said.   “Would you be
available for a meeting?”
    “Where are you?”
    “Sitting in my limo.   Watching you.”
    I bit my lip, considering.
    “You look cute when you bite your lip
like that.”
    “Let me ask Professor Worthington,” I
said.   I covered the phone with my
hand, why, I had no idea, since there was no reason to – Noah could hear
everything anyway, and besides, he was watching us.
    “Noah wants to have a meeting,” I
said.  
    “Of course,” Worthington said.   “When?   Where?”
    “Just you,” Noah rasped into the phone.
    “What?”
    “Just.   You.   Not
Worthington.”
    I paused, my heart hammering in my
chest.   “He, um… he wants it to be
with just me.”   My face burned, as
I realized how that sounded.   Noah
was making it perfectly clear that he wanted time alone with me, doing everything
but coming out and saying that it had to do with something of a personal
nature.   Why else would he want to
have a meeting with a law student?
    “Go,” Professor Worthington said,
seemingly unfazed.   “Whatever he
wants, go.”
    “When?” I asked into the phone.
    “Now.”
    “Where?”
    “Come to my limo, Charlotte.”
    The line went dead.
    “He wants me to go to his limo,” I
said.   “He wants to read over the
notes I took.”
    Professor Worthington nodded.   “Sure,” he said.   “Do whatever he wants.”   I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination,
but I thought I heard an implication in his tone, like maybe he was telling me
to do whatever it took, in whatever way.
    I nodded and slid my phone back into my
bag.
    When I got to the limo, I opened the door
and slid inside.
    Noah was sitting in the seat across from
me.
    “Hello,” he said conversationally,