Elizabeth screamed.
* * *
Elizabeth hidher breasts and privates, doing her best to look shocked and terrified, which wasn’t too hard with five police officers staring at her.
None of them had anything more lethal than a Taser.
“What the fuck are you doin’ in here?” Quinn covered his half-hard cock with his hands, putting himself between Elizabeth and the other men and sounding truly furious.
“Sorry to interrupt.” PC Patel walked in, looking smug and self-satisfied, her gaze meeting Elizabeth’s. “Nice black eye.”
“It’s no big deal.”
Then Patel’s gaze dropped to Quinn’s groin.
Poor Quinn.
Quinn didn’t seem to care. He reached for a towel.
“Not so fast. Step out of the shower, Mr. McManus.” Patel gestured to the men behind her. “Go with these officers. Get Nyla in here.”
“You want me walkin’ about, naked and wet?”
“Aye—until we’ve searched the towels and your clothes.”
He did as she demanded. “Get these men the fuck out of here. I’ll no’ have them starin’ at her, the bastards.”
Elizabeth waited until Quinn had gone and a second female officer had arrived then stepped out of the shower, lifted her hair, and made a slow circle. “I’m assuming you’ve got a reason for being here—other than staring at Quinn’s dick.”
Patel’s expression hardened, and she held out two documents for Elizabeth to see. “We’ve got a warrant to search your suites for drugs.”
“Drugs now, is it?” Elizabeth laughed then pointed to her clothes. “Can I dress?”
Patel searched them, found nothing. “Yes.”
Elizabeth stepped into her panties. “I’d like a copy of that warrant. I believe I have the right to make that request.”
“If we find drugs, you might be facin’ a body cavity search.”
“I’m sure that would make you happy, but you need a warrant for that here just like you would in the States.” Elizabeth put on her bra and then her jeans. “There are no drugs here. You’re wasting your time. I already told you that neither of us is involved in anything like that. You should be hunting for Jack’s killer. This is harassment.”
“We’ll see.” Oh, Patel was smug.
Elizabeth finished dressing, hoping to God that she and Quinn had found everything. The two of them were made to sit under guard in the hallway, their feet bare, their wrists cuffed behind their backs, while their rooms were ransacked by a team of officers wearing gloves. For some reason, the police hadn’t yet noticed the cameras. Then again, she and Quinn had tried to make them inconspicuous.
“Well, I didn’t see this coming.” Elizabeth couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of their situation—letting themselves get caught naked in the shower together, Patel gaping at Quinn’s semi-erect penis, the two of them now cuffed.
“What’s funny about this?” Quinn was clearly not amused.
“All sorts of things.”
“Do you think Grant is behind it?” Quinn whispered.
“He could be.”
“It’s quite the coincidence that we confronted him yesterday. You know I dinnae believe in coincidences.”
Elizabeth had other thoughts. “What I want to know is how they got that warrant so quickly. It’s like they were just waiting for his call so they could pounce. He must have a connection in the police department.”