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“I am smarter than this. You’re right. Smart enough to know Beau didn’t have anything to do with the riot. He was protecting me when chaos reigned at the prison. He protected the DA. Beau carried him out of there when Douglas was attacked.”
Lynn’s brows rose. “He did what?”
“He—”
A knock at the door. Before Lynn could tell the visitor to come in, the door swung open, and Detective Campbell Cunningham popped his head inside. “I’m starting the interrogation. You in, Lynn?” Then his gaze collided with Avalon’s. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m waiting to take Beau home. This is a misunderstanding.”
A sharp bark of laughter escaped the detective. “He’s not going home. He’s going to a cell. Or hell, maybe that is home to him.”
“I get the nickname,” she snapped. “I really get it now.”
“I don’t know what damn nickname you’re talking about. But I’ve got a dead body. I’ve got people who saw Beau’s Jag leaving the scene of the fire today?—”
Her eyes widened. “I was with him! We were just—” She stopped. Right before she accidentally said…We were just planning my first breaking and entering. Nope. That would not be helpful to admit at this point in time.
“You were what?” Campbell pounced.
“I wanted to do a sweep in front of Slater Wade’s house. But we saw the fire, so we went back to my place.”
“Learn to lie better,” Lynn urged her as the detective rose from the seat behind her desk. “Or maybe, learn to hang around with people who don’t make you have to lie in the first place. Now, for the last time, leave the station, Avalon. You aren’t seeing Beau. And, yes, Cam, I am in for the interrogation.”
The interrogation room door opened. Campbell Cunningham entered first. Face looking all intent and angry. Stomping steps. Badass attitude like he was about to do something incredibly important.
Lynn followed. Softer steps. Gaze just as hard. Plenty of suspicion on her face.
But it was just the two of them. No one else. Odd. “I thought my friend was coming,” Beau murmured.
“I told Avalon she wasn’t going to see you.” Lynn pulled out the chair across from him. “Don’t you think you’ve done enough to that woman? You really want to make her an accessory to your crimes?”
“What crimes would those be?” His hands were cuffed in front of him. Overkill, really. “It would be ever so helpful if you spelled them out for me.”
“You assaulted an arson investigator!”
Oh, starting with that, were they? “I thought he was an intruder. When he identified himself, I immediately backed off.” Beau shrugged. “Is that it? The big crime? Because I have to say, that was certainly easy to clear up.”
“You forced him to reveal details about the investigation!” Campbell accused.
Beau narrowed his eyes. “Only if by ‘forced’ then you mean…asked him and he overshared? Then, yes. I suppose you could look at it that way.”
“You were interfering in a criminal investigation!”
He’d been trying to hurry along the criminal investigation. “I was escorting my girlfriend to her house.” That was the story they’d given the arson investigator. And someone had certainly been fast at calling the cops.
And getting me locked away.
But hadn’t he suspected—as soon as he saw Colton with that phone on the porch—that this would happen?
Campbell pulled out the chair next to Lynn. The legs screeched over the floor. “Does the name Max Donway mean anything to you?”
“It means zero to me.”
Grunting, Campbell sat in the seat. “You sure about that?”
“If the name is supposed to ring a bell, it doesn’t. Want to clue me in on its significance?” The detectives thought they were grilling him.
He was busy grilling them. No sense wasting a good opportunity for intel.
