“18 years, so I know what I’m talking about.” Angelique held her palm out and looked the cop in his deep brown eyes. Sharpe took a long look at Angelique’s bare left hand and shook his head. “Where’s your ring? Tyce isn’t man enough to make an honest woman out of you?” He tapped his pen on the table again. “If you were the mother of my child, I’d treat you like a queen.” “I have to pick up my daughter this evening. I need to leave, but I’ll take your card if you have one.” Angelique ignored the obvious jab at her unmarried status. Sharpe smiled. “Sure, I understand.” He reached into his shirt pocket and placed his card in her outstretched hand. “Here you go. Do yourself a favor and work with us. You can call me anytime day or night. I pride myself on being discreet and I’ll keep this and any future conversations we have regarding Tyce completely confidential from any outside people.
