It was too late for hesitation. Too late for a lot of things.
She got started, and within half an hour she’d finished. Though her hair was still long, she now had layers, more fullness and a little style.
It didn’t take her long to go all out on the makeup. Shadow, liner, mascara, blush, gloss… She now looked nothing like the mousy, plain, timid spinster.
As awful as everything else might be at the moment, it felt good to be herself again.
Rowdy had stocked up on everything she’d need, including some of her old clothes. But the only bra she had was the awful, restrictive sports bra—and she tossed it toward a rusted barrel. With luck, she’d never have to wear that uncomfortable thing again.
She pulled on a dark tank top and skinny jeans with ankle boots. After strapping a leather belt through the loops of the low-slung jeans, she secured her folding tactical knife in her left boot and drew her cross-body purse over her head and shoulder.
No one who knew her two years back would miss her now.
Finally, after hiding so long, she wanted to be seen. After all, if Morton’s cretins didn’t see her, they’d go after Rowdy instead. In jail, he was a sitting duck.
So she had to be a visible target instead. She owed her brother that much.
She’d start the night by visiting the station.
If Morton had heard of the arrest, his henchmen would be watching. Logan had known of her, so it stood to reason that Morton did, as well. She’d draw attention.
She’d draw Morton Andrews.
With any luck, his people would come after her instead of her brother.
She couldn’t imagine what Logan might think when he saw the real Pepper Yates instead of the fabricated Sue Meeks.
And she didn’t care!
Damn him, none of this was about him. It was about her brother, about keeping them both alive.
And if she said it enough, maybe her heart would finally start to believe it.
CHAPTER TWELVE
LIEUTENANT MARGARET PETERSON, having just arrived back at the station, stared at Logan with ill humor. Even in her off hours, Peterson didn’t dress casually. She wore her suits and starched white shirts like a suit of armor.
Logan knew her to be a ballbuster of the first order. But then, at thirty-two years old, she’d seen a lot of ugly things while serving the city. Law enforcement was in her blood; she came from a long line of cops, with an even longer line of commendations.
She wanted to make a difference. She wanted to clean out the corruption.
A woman would have to be tough to do that.
They didn’t come tougher than Peterson. “You have him…where?”
“Here.” Logan handed her a cup of fresh coffee and refilled his own. “Reese is keeping him in the interrogation room.”
“Detective Bareden.” Her displeasure couldn’t have been plainer. “I thought we agreed to keep this sting between the two of us.”
“I trust Reese.”
“Obviously.” Big blue eyes, short but silky brown hair and a slender body were in contrast to a will of iron. “I’m not convinced that’s wise.”
So she didn’t trust Reese, and Reese didn’t trust her. In other circumstances, Logan might find that more amusing. But not now.
Not with Pepper off on her own, scared, hurt, unprotected.
“How did this happen, Detective?” Peterson perched her hip on the edge of a table in the empty conference room—a room she’d chosen for privacy. “How is it Bareden knows about this before me? I was to be kept informed first and foremost. Did you forget that little detail?”
“I needed Reese for backup.” And Reese had chosen not to tell her. Logan drank more coffee, impatient with the delay.
“I could have supplied the appropriate backup.”
“Unexpected things happened. When I realized I could grab Yates, I had to act fast.”
“So you somehow stumbled on Rowdy Yates? Is that what you’re telling me?”
“Sort of.” Logan rubbed the back of his neck. It was going to take more than a dose of caffeine to set him right tonight. “I was working on my contact—Rowdy’s sister—” who even now could be in danger, damn it “—and he broke into my apartment.”
The lieutenant’s eyebrows lifted. “The apartment you’re using for cover?”
“Yes.” Had some of Andrews’s cohorts grabbed Pepper as insurance, to keep Rowdy from talking? Fear for her safety kept his thoughts churning, all but obliterating his tactical reasoning. “I think he was somehow on to me, or he was just being extra cautious. Whatever his reason, he was probably hoping to find proof of my identity.”
Speculation narrowed the lieutenant’s gaze. “And Reese just happened to be hanging around to assist in the arrest?”
Here’s where the lie got iffy. “I overheard Pepper on the phone, and from her side of the conversation, I made some assumptions.” Logan held up a hand. “I wasn’t positive of what I heard or I would have contacted you immediately. Hard to believe Rowdy would be that ballsy, you know? I asked Reese to be there mostly as a precaution.”
Setting down the coffee, she pushed away from the table to pace. “A precaution that paid off.”
“We have him.” How valuable that’d be, Logan didn’t yet know. “I’d like to get back to questioning him.”
“You do that.” She turned to admonish him. “But this time, you will keep me informed of every single detail. Is that understood?”