Ronan
Laney, please. Let me explain
Ronan
I know you’re angry, but I swear to God, it’s not what you think
Ronan
I’m sorry. I’m beyond fucking sorry
Ronan
Talk to me. I deserve that much
Ronan
I love you, Ari. Please
I had decided to turn the phone off again when another call buzzed in my hand, this time from an unknown number in an area code I recognized as Vegas.
“Well, you didn’t waste time, did you?” I muttered, then sent it to voicemail. If Ronan had decided to drink himself into another oblivion to deal with his problems, he could do it without me.
The phone buzzed again.
It was clear he wasn’t going to give up.
I answered it without even thinking. “Ronan, I do not want to?—”
“This isn’t Ronan.” A deep and very unfamiliar male voice sounded through the speaker. “Am I speaking to Delaney Fisher?”
“I—yes.”
“Ms. Fisher, this is Detective Dylan Rodriguez with the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police. I’m calling about your recent visit to Las Vegas last month. Do you have a few minutes to answer some questions?”
“I… can I ask what this is regarding?” Something in my stomach tightened.
“An article was recently published inThe Boston Heraldabout your recent marriage to Ronan Black, and it states that you met and married him on the evening of June fifth. Can you confirm when and where you first met Mr. Black that night?”
The room lurched.
This was the exact question Ronan had wanted me to answer. There was something he was hiding. Something he had been doing that night before he met me.
Something for which he needed an alibi.
“Ms. Fisher?”
“I’m here,” I sputtered. “Sorry, I’m not running on much sleep.”
“That’s all right. Can you tell me what time you first encountered Mr. Black on June fourteenth?”
“Why? Did he do something?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“I’m not at liberty to discuss, Ms. Fisher. If you can answer the question…”
I closed my eyes. I didn’t know what Ronan had done that was so terrible, but I wasn’t under any illusions. He had plenty of regrets, and while I never knew the specifics, I never thought he was an angel.
But was I mad enough to condemn him for it?
