Jamie was a big-ass dude, his weight heavy on their shoulders. They managed to maneuver him into the police station, and toward the small lockup wing that contained two cells. Her dogs followed them in, nails clicking on the wooden floors. Jamie stumbled and Tana paused, breathing hard. Crash glanced at her. She was quite bloodless and strained-looking under dusky skin. Soft, dark hair escaped messily from what had once been a controlled bun at the nape of her neck. Her eyes, he noticed, were a warm mahogany brown. Up close, her lashes looked very soft and thick and long. “Let me do this,” he said softly. “I need to get him into the cell myself. You stay here.” He snorted. Stubborn woman. Feisty as all hell. Showed no fear. He let her take Jamie, watching closely as she battled to manipulate the massive young man into the cell. The room was tiny with a narrow cot and a small barred window up near the roof on the back wall. Through the bars Crash could see the undulating green light in the sky.
