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“Duke got called away on this homicide they just called me about. Hadley’s stepfather was killed. He’s requesting to interrogate her.”
He meets my gaze again, and I try to remain a stone wall as I think over the real reason Duke is probably there. I doubt it’s to question Hadley about the monster I killed. If anything, he wants to know the rest of the monster’s secrets…the darkest ones he confessed to me. The ones I wasn’t expecting. The ones Lindy will have to share.
Then I realize an expression would be a good idea.
“Were they close?” I blurt out, trying to recover from my cold-as-ice routine slip.
“No,” he tells me, grabbing a dress from my closet and handing it to me.
I arch an eyebrow and move past the proffered dress to grab some yoga pants and a T-shirt. As I pull on some underwear and a bra, he drops the dress to the bed, blushing a little. I’ll wear a dress on a night when I have on makeup and can do more than pull my hair in a ponytail.
“Is she okay?” I ask, imitating normal questions.
All of my normalcies are usually an imitation.
“She’s…I don’t know. He’s a sick bastard, apparently. Hadley just told me she was a confused kid back when she ran away. Now I wonder if—” He cuts his words off and runs a
frustrated hand through his hair.
“Let’s go,” I say, pulling my hair up as soon as I finish putting on my clothes.
As if my life wasn’t complicated enough, I’m about to head into FBI headquarters. Lovely.
Chapter 12
Virtue is not left to stand alone. He who practices it will have neighbors.
—Confucius
LOGAN
“Just stay here,” I tell Lana, gesturing to a large breakroom. “I’d let you into my office to wait, but it’s restricted access.”
She squeezes my hand, giving me a small, reassuring smile. “I’m fine. Go do your thing.”
I head out of the breakroom, leaving the door open, and walk straight toward Craig’s office where he’s waiting with Hadley and Duke. Hadley’s red-rimmed eyes meet mine the second I step through the door, and she jerks her gaze away.
My eyes shift to Duke, who glares at me.
“Why is it necessary to have you guys in here for me to ask her a few simple questions?” Duke asks, annoyed.
“Call it an observation, but your chief put my girl in danger just to have a better chance of catching a serial killer. Then you show up, targeting one of my people for a crime she couldn’t have possibly committed.”
His eyebrows go up, and a lazy smile curves his lips. “Really? Agent Grace has so many alibies that it’d be a fool’s quest to try and pin Kenneth Ferguson’s death on her.
“Then why are you here?” I ask, suspicious.
His smile dies, and he tosses out several bagged pictures. Hadley’s breath catches in her throat when she sees them, and she clutches the chair.
“These aren’t all the pictures he had, but these children? They’re missing. Some of them have been missing for years.”
Hadley doubles over, vomiting into the trashcan. Duke actually looks sympathetic as he watches her.
“I need air,” Hadley says, wiping the back of her mouth as she stands.
I nod toward Craig, who takes her out, leaving me alone with Duke in the office.
“You wanted to see her reaction,” I tell him as I sit down too.
