"What?" Beth turned to look at him instead of searching for signs of the setting sun on the buildings that towered over the reserved parking lot. "Oh, sorry, down south a ways. Arkansas, a small town with nothing special about it." "I'm Detroit born and bred," he said as he backed out of the doorway and gestured for her to get in. Beth gathered her coat and sat down in the seat. She squeezed her legs together and fought the urge to look down. The skirt was so damn short she knew she was giving him a shot of her silky panties. He kept his eyes on hers and smiled, ignoring the obvious. Beth swung her legs into the car and waited for him to shut the door before she hoisted her butt up and yanked her skirt down. It wasn't much, but it covered enough she didn't run the risk of him arresting her after all. She didn't think she could handle the thought of having handcuffs on her again. Officer Retkin sat down in the driver's seat and started his car.
