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“Thanks man.” He gives me a hug, with a slap on the back before they both leave.
My feet carry me swiftly up the stairs, to find Tilly sitting on the floor at the foot of her bed. Tears soak her cheeks as she stares up at me. Fear slices through my heart at the expression on her face. I hate I can’t control this. I take a few strides before I kneel down in front of her.
“Hey. Look at me.” I cup her face.
“I’m scared.” Her voice shakes.
“I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.”
Her head shakes and more tears fall. “I’m not worried about me.” She lands her tiny hands over mine. “Did you….” She closes her eyes. “When you went over there.”
“I didn’t do it. I swear to you, I didn’t. I was protecting you. Yeah, I was angry…but I didn’t shoot him. I don’t even have a gun here.”
She nods again as more tears fall. I seal my lips over hers just as my vision starts to blur. I blink, trying to clear the fuzz. I blink again as Blaine’s bloody face flashes in my mind. The rest was fuzzy. The memories. I hold her to my chest, my own heaving as I sort through the events of last night.
I didn’t kill Blaine McKnight, so who the fuck did?
Chapter 42
Tilly
After crying for almost an hour, I guess I had fallen back asleep. I didn’t want to marry Blaine and I was disgusted at how he treated me, but I would never want him to die. Murdered for God’s sake. And Greyson. He was so angry when he left. The look on his face had me worried he’s do something stupid. Something out of character and a small part of me was still terrified that he lost control.
The bed was empty when I woke up. The house quiet. After forcing myself from the rumpled sheets I make my way downstairs. Greyson was on the couch, his phone to his ear. I didn’t want to interrupt, so I tiptoe to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of lemonade until he hangs up.
“Hey,” I say quietly.
He glances over his shoulder. “Hey. You get some rest?”
“A little.”
He places his phone down on the coffee table and pushes to his feet. “That was Adam. They want you down at the station. He worked it out with his buddy that they speak with you here. Given you’re Cap’s daughter. They’re also bringing an interpreter in case you are more comfortable signing.”
I take a sip of the cold liquid. “Ok. Let me change and I’ll head down there.”
“I’m going with you.” Greyson rounds the couch.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” He halts his steps. “I just…my fiancé was just killed in his own home, and I show up with my…” I wave a hand.
“He’s your ex-fiancé.” His nostrils flare in frustration. “And what’s happening between us is no one’s business but ours.”
“I know but, I’m trying to keep any heat away from you.” I move towards the staircase, but he catches me by the crook of my arm.
“You’re not doing this alone.”
“I am. You can be pissed off all you want.”
“Rosie,” he warns.
“Greyson," I snap back. “I’m going in alone and that’s final.”
When I pull into the parking lot I hear my phone buzz. I’m sure it’s a text from Greyson. He was furious I made him stay behind, but the last thing we needed was someone thinking some fatal love triangle took place and he was a scorned lover. The fact he was literally in his condo had my stomach rolling. I believed him when he said he didn’t do it. What I was concerned about was what the police would perceive. I’m a cop’s daughter. I’m no stranger to tactics and protocol, and just like any true crime documentary, they always suspect the spouse, fiancé, girlfriend, or significant other. It’s human nature. I was ready. I had nothing to hide.
Except the fact I was letting Greyson Roy rail me into next week while my ex-fiancé was being murdered.
I stalk into the Timber Creek PD with the same attitude I would on any other day. My father was the first one to greet me. He wraps me up in a hug, then leans down to whisper in my ear.
“You ok, sweetheart?”
