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I jammedmy legal pad back into my briefcase.
“You don’t want to help me out, fine. Waste your father’s money.” I drilled my gaze into Abraham. “But my time is expensive. I get paid no matter what happens to you.”
I banged on the door with my fist. The bailiff cracked it open.
“I love her.”
I drew in a deep breath and turned. “Who?” He subtly shook his head, flicking his eyes to the officer. “I need more time,” I said.
He backed out of the room and closed the door.
“Both of them.” Would he ever give a straight answer I didn’t have to fight for? I scowled, and he seemed to get my frustration was reaching its limits. “Shel and Dara.”
I threw my case back on the metal table.
Fucking infidelity.Show me a murder case without one.I guessed Sidney didn’t know his son was a man in an affair with a married woman.
“I wouldn’t hurt her,” he insisted. “We talked about going away. Taking Dara and Christopher with us.”
That fact would’ve been nice to know before. I wasn’t pleased to hear Abraham had a relationship with Shel on the side.
“But her husband was your friend.”
He slumped forward. “He’s a good guy.”
“Not good enough for you to keep it in your pants.”
Ice eyes snapped to mine. “I. Love. Her.”
“But she’s married to another man. If Dara disappeared, that might be reason enough for Shel to leave Alex. Seek comfort in your arms.”
He tried to stand, the shackles clanging against the steel chair. “No.”
“That’s what the prosecution will say.”
“They don’t know anything.”
“It doesn’t matter if the jury believes them.”
The silence was long and thick between us, to the point I thought we’d hit a wall and he’d clam up. I remained in place, determined to wait him out.
“Did they reset the trial date?” he finally asked.
“Denied.” I carried on so he couldn’t focus on that. “Tell me everything you can think of about Alex.”
His face twisted in concentration. “He wouldn’t do this to Dara.”
“I’m trying to proveyoudidn’t.”
“I didn’t.”
Frustration with his unwillingness to cooperate rose to the surface, but I managed to keep it at bay. “Then stop letting whoever did get away with it. They’re free. You’re in here rotting.”
“He’s easygoing. I’ve only heard him raise his voice once.”
Maybe there was someone listening upstairs . . . even though I hadn’t exactly asked for help.
“To who?”
