I scrunched my nose and smiled. “You could’ve come up with a different strategy.” I sobered and looked among the kids. “Could you guys excuse us for a little bit? This agent needs to ask Dom a few questions.”
The kids stood and Shiloh turned back. “We’ll be in the waiting room. We’ll be here when you’re done.”
I stopped her with my hand on her shoulder. “Why don’t you go up to the third floor waiting room. We’ll be headed there as soon as this is done.”
She nodded and all the kids left us. I liked the fact that Dom had friends. Kids I knew, whose parents I respected. I loved that as soon as they heard what had happened, they made sure to be at the hospital for him. It was something I hoped he never took for granted.
I took Dom’s hand and squeezed it. “How’re you doing?”
“Some pain.” He moved to make room for me. “The doctor gave me something for that and said he would write a script for me, too. I don’t think I need it though. The stitches just ripped, it wasn’t like I was shot again or anything.”
I smiled. “Take the meds. It helps and it means you can use your arm.”
Agent Lamb closed the door to the procedure room and I sat next to Dom on the bed in the same spot Katerina had been sitting minutes earlier. “Dom. Agent Lamb needs to ask you a few questions about what happened earlier.”
He nodded. “Everything happened quickly. But I remember most of it.”
Agent Lamb looked between me and Dom. “Do you mind if I record our conversation?” His gaze settled on me as he pulled the small recorder from his pocket. “It's easier than taking notes.”
Dom turned to me as if he was unsure what to say. My heart squeezed and I stifled a smile. The situation was serious, still,the fact he looked to me had me internally jumping for joy. I nodded at Agent Lamb and he switched the recorder on.
He started off slowly, asking Dom his name and other basic information.
“I would just like to confirm that the address you just gave me is the one where the shooting took place earlier tonight.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Dominic, did you recognize the man who shot Logan Evans.” Agent Lamb was moving to the heart of the matter.”
“No, Sir.”
“His name is Jeffrey Mann. Do you recognize the name?”
“No, Sir.”
My gut twisted at the thought I still didn’t know what happened with Logan.
He showed Dom another photo. “This is the man Ms. Salinger restrained inside the house. Have you seen him before?”
Dominic winced and carried on. “Yes, Sir. I have seen him before.”
“Could you tell me where?”
Dom nodded. “I saw him getting out of the car outside our house the night my mother was killed.”
“That was outside your bedroom window and it was dark out. How can you be sure that it's the same man you saw.”
Dominic looked at Agent Lamb as if he was stupid. “As I said to the police in San Francisco, they parked under a street light. And the passenger side got all the light. I couldn’t make out the men in the back seat. Not really. But I saw the one in the front.”
“I know you said you couldn’t see the men in the back.” Agent Lamb pulled something from the folder he was holding. “But I’m going to show you two more photos and perhaps you’ll recognize the people in them.”
The kid looked skeptical but he nodded. He wanted everything over and done with as soon as possible. So did I. All I wanted was for him to be able to move on. He still hadn’t had a chance to say goodbye to his mother. He needed that closure.
Agent Lamb placed each of the photos across mine and Dom’s laps. “Do you recognise any of these men?”
Dom looked at the one on his thigh first and shook his head. Then he looked over at the one on my leg and pointed. “Him. I recognize him.”
“This man was at your house the night your parents were killed?” Agent Lamb picked up the photo.
