She hadn’t yet plucked up the courage to ask him about why he left the force either, or if anything that Hoburn had said to her was true. That being said, Colt wasted no time in plying her with questions of his own about what Hoburn had discussed with her about the case. She spent more time talking to Colt about what Hoburn had said to her than she’d spent talking to Hoburn himself. They’d turned the pictures over to Chavez and Ronson when they arrived before dinner, and the cops asked a million questions of their own. Her head was spinning with all the information and activity taking place. Colt had gone over her whole abode, as she was cooking, looking for any hint of further surveillance equipment and although he didn’t find anything that didn’t prevent him from lecturing her about safety throughout the meal. During their spell washing the dishes he’d asked her to come and stay with him at his apartment. She was grateful that he asked, as opposed to ordering her, but she’d known he’d push the issue until he got his way, so a command might have been quicker.
