She gasped and twisted away. The touch hadn’t been hurtful, but she was still on edge from the traumatic events of the past few days. Her life had always been chaotic. Still, her spontaneous decision to leave Las Vegas had driven the turbulence to new heights. “Wake up, sunshine. Château de PD is closing. You need to park it somewhere else.” The police officer who’d helped her the night before stood over her now. She couldn’t remember his exact name, Jackson or Jonson, something like that. He wore a suit rather than a uniform, so he was likely a detective. His attitude had seemed impatient while his actions revealed a kind heart. “Is my sister here?” “Not yet, but my shift ended a couple of hours ago. I’m headed home.” She swung her legs to the floor and sat up. The break room was tiny, the couch threadbare and lumpy, but at least she’d been safe. After her deadbeat boyfriend slinked away in the middle of the night and ditched her with the hotel bill, she was damn lucky not to be in a jail cell.
