Queen's Ransom: A Fog City Novel

And as soon as she stepped inside the garage bay, Celia banged the red button a second time, the wrench still clenched in her fist. “What the hell was that?” Her voice shook with the same tremors that visibly rippled through her body, but her dark eyes blazed. Chris, who’d met them at the garage—the crime scene—had backed the play, leaving Celia little choice but to go along with them, not that she disagreed with the logic of it. As much as her body and heart wanted to get tangled up with Celia Perri, her head was telling her that maybe she shouldn’t have taken the bike to the shop. Finally, two slaps against the gate and door button.