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Why is she gaining the upper hand in a conversation that I was controlling? “I’ll make time at some point!”
“Yeah,” she scoffs. “When you’re fifty and grandma rolls in on her wheelchair.”
I fight the urge to strangle this mouthy little brat. “Either way,” I bite out. “I can’t offer you anything because I’m not looking for a relationship at the moment.”
She stares at me. “I don’t want to date you either. You’re no prize.”
Her blunt honesty throws me off and I can’t help but feel a bit insulted. “Fine. Good.”
When we end up in this weird silence, I finally force myself to say, “So, now what?”
She looks uncertain. “I liked the kiss but this was it I’m not—I mean, we’re not going to kiss anymore—again.”
There is such a naivety to this statement and it makes me wonder, looking like she does and with her friendly personality, how this woman has managed to escape the detection of any male. A part of me is reluctant but I nod. “Fine by me.”
This is going to be hell.
I tug at the blanket she’s tossed aside, and my injured pride makes me say, “Can I sleep now?”
“Yeah.”
I watch her get up and leave.
Telling myself this was my decision, I huddle in my blanket, feeling a little sulky at being rejected so openly.
I’m not that bad!
My eyes slide shut, and when they reopen, it’s to hear the police banging on the front door, wanting to question Halley on the death of Hashem Jameson.
6
Halley
Bundled up in my Tweety robe, I’m sitting on the couch, sleep deprived, with Jace standing next to me, his posture protective as he glares at the two detectives who are seated across from us.
“I’m telling you we left the office at around two thirty and we came straight here. You can check the time stamps at the office building garage and here as well.” Jace sounds angry.
Could it be because one of the detectives had straight out accused me of killing Hashem?
“I don’t even own a car,” I say.
The detective, David, who accused me or is trying to, looks to be in his mid thirties, while the other one next to him, Felix, a blonde, green-eyed man, is considerably younger and seems more pleasant.
“The officer is bringing up the files,” David says. “You can take a look at the pictures. But Miss Cooper, the person behind the wheel has red hair.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “Plenty of people have red hair.”
The younger detective nods, gently. “That’s true, but at the same time, no one sharing that particular characteristic has gotten into a harassment dispute with the victim.” He shoots a sharp look at his companion, and adds, “We’re not accusing you of anything at the moment. This is just a regular interview. The accident took place at three thirty in the morning. We just have to verify your whereabouts—”
A knock on the door has me looking up and I jump to my feet, “Cam!”
Cameron, my childhood friend, is standing there, dressed in an officer uniform, and he looks worried. “I brought the security tapes and the files. It’s going to be all right, Halley.”
Both detectives frown, and David barks, “You know this woman, White?”
Cameron nods. “She’s a friend.”
Felix purses his lips. “You didn’t say anything about this when we mentioned her name at the accident.”
