Phoebe's POV
After sitting in the car this whole time, I finally stepped out. My face felt blank, lips pressed tight. Malcolm spotted me right away and hurried over. "Miss Hale, you're here too."
I gave him a quick nod. "He's inside. Alistair went in to make the arrest," Malcolm filled me in.
Harold moved to stand beside me, and I caught Hugo stealing glances at us. The older man looked completely rattled, probably too busy worrying about how to explain himself to Harold to notice much else.
I could feel Hugo's eyes on me, that calculating look adults get when they're sizing someone up. Standing next to Harold, I knew we made quite the picture. Hugo's thoughts were practically written on his face - how could some girl named Patty, the one his idiot son was obsessed with, ever compare to me?
"How long has he been in there? Why hasn't he come out yet? What's taking Alistair so long? It shouldn't be this hard to arrest one guy," I muttered, anxiety creeping into my voice.
