You shouldn’t go around sticking your nose in matters that don’t involve you.” “Sorry, nose firmly planted.” She walked past him and over to where blood was painting someone’s desk red. “Do you see all this? Whoever killed Mark sure did a number on him first. Tru said they were torturing him, but damn.” Lajos rubbed the side of his face. He needed free rein to do his job and he hardly thought having a woman snooping around would allow him to do that. He could tell her to leave, but he doubted she would listen. He could push her to leave, but he hated to do that to someone—even her. He’d started to at her apartment but wanted to first try to reason with her and, though it had taken forever, she’d finally untied him. She looked down at her boot and then lifted it to inspect the sole. “Ew, gross. I think I stepped in some of it.” He pulled her out of the puddle of blood. Without the light on, her human eyes wouldn’t be able to see all the blood on the floor. “You do know this is a crime scene don’t you?”
