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I hobbled back to bed as Whitley steered him away.
“I’m interviewingyou,” he called before Salvatore’s men blocked him from view.
We’ll see about that.
I wasn’t going down for crimes I didn’t commit. Especially not for Alma.
I was the one shot, for goodness’ sake.
“They can’t treat you like this.” Mom worried her lower lip between her teeth.
“He’s made some enemies in the department.” Dad patted her shoulder. “But I have a lot of friends.”
He pushed out of his chair, helped me get back in bed, and went into the hall where there were raised voices.
“This is ridiculous, Scholero. My son and granddaughter are both in that room because of her. Arrest the real perpetrator. And stop bothering Kane.”
I stared through the doorway. The only thing in my view was security, but there was no mistaking my father’s voice.
He took up for me.
When I needed it most, I had his belief and support.
In that moment, I realized that was all I’d wanted from him. For my father to have my back.
Now I could see things from a different perspective. Maybe he’d been there more than I’d thought all along.
For once, I was glad to have been wrong about something.
He loved me. And more importantly, he loved Penelope. My father was just tough . . . like his old man.
It was impossible to hear the hushed response of the detective. Whitley was suspiciously quiet too.
“While you’re at it, find another direction to look in about that Rhodes kid. I’m sorry for what happened to him, but my granddaughter had nothing to do with it.” My father’s voice was like a beacon, loud and clear.
I’d never be able to express to him how much it meant to me that he supported both of us in our hour of need.
He was respected by law enforcement. Just like prosecutors hated to go against me, defense lawyers hated to go against him.
Pride filled me.
I drifted my eyes around the room.
This.Thiswas what life was about.
Naturally, I’d prefer to be gathered somewhere besides a medical facility, but the people I cared about most were all here.
We were supporting one another through good times and bad. Maybe there weren’t a lot of declarations of love spoken, but I could feel the love.
I’m going to make sure we keep this going, even when we’re out of here.
What I’d needed was simple.
It wasn’t money.
Or power.
Or to be the best in my profession, although I did like being the best.
