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Fred shot me one last glance filled with emotion.
“We’re good here; I got your back.”
Fred’s smile was slight, and even though it was small, I was happy I could give him at least that.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Fred
I was brought into an interrogation room, but it was warm with light colors, cushioned seats, and even a coffee machine inside.
“This is nice,” I said as I took my seat.
“Yeah, this is our ‘we need to talk to you but you’re not going to jail’ interrogation room.” He laughed. I found Detective Walters to be a nice guy.
“Well, I do appreciate that.”
“Coffee?”
“No, thank you. I’m good. While this is a lovely interrogation room, I would like to leave it as soon as possible.”
He smiled. “Understood.”
Once he sat and had a tablet and notepad in front of him, he spoke. “First, I’d like to express my condolences for the loss of your uncle and cousin.”
It wasn’t completely unorthodox for a cop to be kind, but it certainly was rare, so I was sure my face showed my surprise.
“Uh, thank you.”
He shrugged. “Sean Brennan was a good man…Well, I mean he was always respectful. He’ll be missed.”
I was truly touched, but I didn’t want to fall into a pit of naïveté and start blubbering to this detective over how nice it was to hear that. Instead, I sniffed and nodded.
“I was told you had some questions for me.”
“Yes. Honestly, if you could tell me where you’ve been all this time, that would be great.”
“I’m staying at a friend’s residence. I haven’t disclosed the address to anyone, for obvious reasons. I also have had to take a leave of absence from work due to suffering a minor concussion the night of the shooting and also for bereavement.”
“I can understand your need for discretion, Mr. Brennan, but it would be very helpful for me in this investigation if I knew how to contact you.”
“I can give you my personal cell phone number, Detective, but since I have no idea who did this, I’d like to keep where I am quiet for now, if that’s okay.”
He regarded me a moment and gave me a curt nod. “For now.”
“Thank you.”
He then went on, asking me to recount the evening all the way up until I passed out. He asked if I had enemies, to which I simply quirked a brow and he understood.
“Look, Detective, let’s cut to the chase. I’m aware there were three guns used in this drive-by?—”
“Four,” Detective Walters interrupted.
“I’m sorry, what?”
He sighed. “I’m really not allowed to discuss information in an active investigation, but I spoke with my chief, and he feels we can actually work together on this and bring whoever did this to justice…if you’ll let us take them in.”
That was certainly not a promise I could keep—but in for a penny, in for a pound. “Fair enough. I’m a doctor after all; I’m about saving lives, not taking them.”
