“Yes. I’m driving my own car. It’s not a good idea to have a police car sitting out front all day and night.”
Dani grabbed her purse, its extra weight reminding her of the gun and the lock-pick kit inside it. She glanced quickly at Field. Would he be able to tell she was carrying just by how the heavy bag swung against her side? Thank goodness Harte hadn’t noticed. She slung the long crisscrossed strap over her head so the bag lay diagonally across her torso and rested against her left hip. Its weight reassured her. Babysitters or not, she wanted the feeling of security and control the gun gave her until the trial was over.
Looking at the back of Field’s head as he opened the front door, she still wasn’t sure he had what it took to protect her, if Harte was right about the danger.
Chewing on her lower lip, she wondered how easily manipulated he was. “I’m hungry,” she said. “Are you?”
Officer Ronald Field turned to look at her. “Ms. Canto—”
“Dani,” she said, still smiling.
“Dani. Mr. Delancey gave me my instructions. You can order something delivered later, because right now I’m driving you straight to the courthouse and straight back.”
Dani suppressed a smile as she assessed him. So, Officer Field was more strong-willed than he looked.
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