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“Then it might not be him.”
“Those same eyewitnesses that saw you accost him have confirmed it’s Sawyer.”
I didn’t like the way he said that. “How did he die?”
“As if you don’t know.” He gave a slight shake of his head.
“Is this a trick question? Because I didn’t kill him. Last I saw the skinny fucker, he was blubbering and snotting and smelling of pee.”
“Now he’s in a morgue with his belly slashed open.”
I cut straight to the chase. “How many wounds?”
He glared at me. “Three, which you well know.”
My temper flared. “No, I don’t. Because I had nothing to do with it.” But I would shake the hand of the person who did because that fucker didn’t deserve to live.
“As if you’d admit it,” he muttered.
Where did this accusation come from? Incredulity had me asking, “Do I seriously look like a killer?”
“No. And I thought the Allie I’d gotten to know would never do such a thing, but then I talked to someone who was there. She says you terrorized him.”
“Holy fuck. I called him a few names. It’s not my fault he has a weak bladder. I didn’t leave a single mark. Unlike what he and Joey did to me. Funny how that works. I end up beaten and in a hospital, and yet I’m the one being harassed.”
“I realize this is uncomfortable, but I have to ask these questions because a man has been found murdered, and you have motive.”
“To hate, yes. Not to kill.” I wouldn’t have thought that merited saying aloud.
“I want to believe you, Allie. Promise me you didn’t do it.” He dragged me against his body and searched my face. “Swear to me.”
“I shouldn’t have to because you should know me better by now,” I huffed. The easier thing would have been to swear to him. Me, a killer? Preposterous. Yet, I couldn’t help but recollect those blank spots in my memory. The blackouts where I started in one place and woke up somewhere else.
He grabbed my hands and squeezed them too hard. “If I’m crazy, it’s because of you. You distract me from my work. When I’m around you, I can’t think straight.” His impassioned speech ended with him dragging me close and kissing me hard.
Oh, hell no. I bit him.
“Ouch.” He recoiled and put fingers to his abused lip. “Why did you do that?”
No remorse on my part. “You don’t get to kiss me after accusing me of murder.”
“I had no choice but to ask.”
“Because you’re a cop. I get it. I thought I was your girlfriend, though.”
“You are.”
“No, apparently, I’m not. But the fact that we were involved, along with new developments, is a strong indicator that you should be recusing yourself from the investigation in the Triclaw Murders.”
“I should. But I won’t.” He shrugged and didn’t look the least bit apologetic.
“Why not?”
“Because it will be easier to keep you out of jail if I’m involved.”
I gaped and ripped my hands free from his, giving him a shove. “You think I did it.”
“Not intentionally. You probably only meant to blow off some steam and it got out of hand. I get it. Things happen in the heat of the moment.” Look at him being so understanding.
