eyes darted toward the exit. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. The kid is a liar.”
“He’s not a liar,” Detective Harris said, stepping out from the alcove behind him, flanked by two uniformed officers. “And you’re under arrest.”
Scott whipped around, his hands raising defensively. “Whoa, wait. Officers, this is a misunderstanding. My wife is hysterical.continue reading …