Page 162 of Burning For You

“Then have Ash bring you down. Keegan is here with me. Everyone else will be here also if you choose to do it.”

There was no telling them not to come. They were going to anyway. “I’ll be there soon,” she said. She put the phone down. “They said I can talk to him. He hasn’t talked to anyone.”

“Are they using you again to get a confession? Because I’m going to have something to say about that.”

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “Tate said he’d rather I didn’t, but my mom thinks I need it. She’s right. I need to know. I need all the damn answers to the questions I’ve had for years. For months. I’m not going to be able to move on until I have this conversation.”

“Then I’m going with you.”

“I’d have it no other way.”

Five minutes later they were in his truck and driving toward the police station. “You can still change your mind,” he said.

“I know, but I won’t. I can’t. Don’t try to talk me out of it. Please.”

The rest of the drive was in silence.

Silence had always been her happy place.

But now it was just another lonely sound that felt more like fear.

Fear of what she was going to hear. Of what she’d find out.

Then Ash’s hand landed on hers when he parked and it was as if he snapped his fingers and it was gone.

“You got this,” he said rather than trying to persuade her to return home.

“I do,” she said, unbuckling her seatbelt and climbing down.

He pulled the door open for her, all eyes of those working on her, sympathy in their expressions, and someone smiling and telling her good job.

Maybe she needed that from a stranger.

From someone to not judge her on her actions today.

Not if it finally put this all to bed.

“Come in,” Tate said. “This way.”

“I want to go in with you,” Ash said.

“No,” she said. “You can all, like, watch, right?”

“If that is what you want,” Tate said. Ash shot him a look that said it’s not what he wanted. “I’m not arguing with you. I’ve already been arguing with everyone else. He’s cuffed to the table and there will be another officer in there. They want him to talk. Maybe he will with her.”

“So she’s being used again?” Ash asked, his voice sharp as she’d felt inside.

“No,” Tate said. Her brother, her adopted brother who felt more real to her than the man locked in that room, reached for her arm. “You can leave. I mean it. I would rather you do.”

“No,” she said. “I want to do this.”

Tate opened the door. Skye walked in and sat, then didn’t say a word. Nothing.

Just looked at the man in front of her and wondered how the hell they were born to the same people.

“What do you want?” Sean asked.

“Answers. Why? Why did you do this?”