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The Sheriff looked at Stiles with suspicion, arms crossed. “What do you mean, they can’t make you testify?” John asked darkly.
Stiles smiled brightly up at his dad, not the least bit cowed by either his place in an interrogation room or the FBI agent standing at the Sheriff’s elbow. “Spousal testimonial privilege,” Stiles announced.
Groaning, the Sheriff rubbed a hand over his face. “Since when are you and Peter married?”
“Day before yesterday,” Stiles said cheerfully. He turned to the FBI agent. “Can I go? I can’t help you, and I should probably be on my honeymoon right now.”