I was so relieved to have Hannah in my arms again. With our fingers entwined, we headed out of the hotel.
On the way, I thanked the cop, who was, I saw, lounging around and snacking on some chips in his squad car.
"I know we had our differences, but I want to thank you for your help," I said to him once he opened the driver's side window.
I held out my hand for him to shake and he first wiped the crumbs on his pant leg before extending his arm.
"You're welcome. If we hear any more about the Auction House or that bodyguard thing, we'll keep you informed, for your safety."
"Sure," I said. "I'm just glad to have Hannah back." I put my arm around her and pulled her closer.
By that point, Harry was also standing in the parking lot, having seen Ed and Marcus haul off Martin.
"So my guess in the dark was right, about the connection with Hannah," he said.
"It was. You got the special forces part right, too."
"Yeah, he really had some skills. Well, I guess this is it, then..."
