“Well, since I don’t remember anything, I can’t exactly be a witness, now can I?”
“Cassidy—”
“What do you want from me?” I snapped, my anger barely holding on by a thread.
I wasn’t myself right now. My anger was on a hair trigger, and my emotions were all over the place. I was drugged up, and when the drugs stopped working, I was in excruciating pain all over from having a car slam into my body. My head hurt like a bitch most of the time, which was why I tended to stay asleep as long as possible and ignore the rest of the world.
And now Maverick wanted to draw me out of what little comfort I had and make me try to relive the accounts of the night that put me in this very position.
“It was Austin,” Maverick finally said. “We have video footage that proves it was his car.”
His car. But not proof it was him. “So, you can’t be sure it was him.”
“It was him,” Sam growled.
“But it won’t hold up in court,” I assumed. “Because you can’t prove he was behind the wheel.”
“He ran,” Mav said. “That’s proof enough for me.”
But it wasn’t proof enough for the system. If they couldn’t get him because of a technicality, that meant he was still a threat.
Wait…
“He ran, which means he’s still out there.”
My heart kicked up a notch at the realization.
“He is, but we’ll catch him.”
That didn’t seem very likely at the moment. Not when he had already gotten away with so much. Were we really supposed to have blind faith in the police? I’d known Mav all my life. He was a good guy and a great police officer, but Austin didn’t follow the law.
Mav was bound to it.
“That’s why we need anything you can remember. Did you ever feel like he was watching you? Did you ever see him following you?”
I shook my head, then looked at Sam, both of us remembering the same night. “He was at my house on Thanksgiving,” I whispered. “Mom and Dad invited him over, and he got in a fight with his brother.”
“Wyatt?” Mav asked, writing down some notes.
“Yes. He’d made some crude comments to me, and everything escalated. My door was smashed, and there were broken dishes all over the place.”
“I’ll talk to Wyatt. Maybe he knows where his brother would go. Or maybe he helped him escape,” he said, getting to his feet.
That didn’t seem right. It didn’t align with the way he came to my house and offered to fix the door, paying for everything. Then again, I had a severe headache and probably wasn’t thinking clearly.
“I don’t think he had anything to do with it,” I said after a moment. “There were also some times that I thought someone was outside my house or the shop.”
I felt Sam stiffen beside me.
“I assumed it was you.”
“Why would I—” His words cut off before he could finish that sentence. We both knew why he would be sneaking around myshop or my house. It didn’t take a genius to figure out, and Mav quickly caught on.
“Well, I’ll look into it and let you know. If you start to remember, please call me. We need everything we can use against him.”
I nodded, but honestly, I wasn’t about to sit around hoping to remember the accident. I knew the details would help, but did I really want to remember the terror I must have felt? Maybe I didn’t even see it happen. Maybe I didn’t feel a thing.
“Are you okay?” Sam asked, bringing me out of my thoughts.
