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My father’s face was stern. “Her father is dealing with that.” He turned to Doc. “Right now, you need to focus on yourself. They were telling us that they plan to charge you with murder.”
I snorted. “That’s rich considering they don’t have a single bit of evidence.”
“Don’t be a shit,” my father snapped. “This is serious.”
“I’m aware, but that doesn’t change the fact that I didn’t kill anyone.”
Doc sighed. “I don’t want to know if you did or didn’t kill anyone. The fact of the matter is that there’s a dead body and you and Carla were covered in that person’s blood. There’s also a witness.”
My brow furrowed. “A witness?”
Doc nodded and started flipping through the file on the table. “Yes,” he said, scanning the page. “Caleb. The brother.”
I laughed loudly at that. I should have taken the knife from Carla and slit his throat. My magnanimous nature was going to come back and bite me in the ass.
“Caleb is the murderer and a kidnapper. He forced Carla to that basement.”
“Did he kill his own brother?” Doc asked. He was taking notes as we spoke. He turned to my father. “That would be good. He lived in the building in a known drug den, and he was obviously on drugs.”
“I thought he said that his brother drugged him,” my father asked. He’d been ignoring me since they walked into the room, and I felt myself growing frustrated with the way he’d slipped into his mafia enforcer mask.
His indifference was what made me never want to be like him. How could he just turn it all off so completely?
“That’s what he’s claiming, but I’m sure when the tox screen comes back they’ll find more than that in his system. Hell, they found an eight ball in his pocket.”
This made my father grunt, but I could see the pleasure in his eyes. He was already planning how he could spin all of this.
“Caleb didn’t kill his brother,” I said. Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut, but it was time for the truth to be revealed. For months, Carla had been told that she was crazy. And we’d both nearly died for that truth.
My brother released a heavy breath before turning to Doc. “I need a few moments with my son.”
There was an unspoken order in his words, and Doc had worked for the family long enough that he knew not to ask too many questions. “I’m going to see if I can figure out what’s going on out there. They haven’t formally detained you yet, and there’s a reason for that.”
I nodded but remained quiet until he walked out of the room. When he did, I turned to my father, trying to ignore the disappointment in his eyes. “Carla killed Callum,” I admitted. “It was in self-defense.”
“They think you did it.”
I rolled my eyes. “They only think that because Callum is so much larger than Carla. He was choking her to death. She got the jump on him.” There was a bit of pride in my voice. Carla could have allowed herself to fall victim of Callum, but she’d fought hard to live, and there was no shame in that.
But that information didn’t sway my father. His face looked as though it were carved out of stone. “Here’s what is going to happen,” he said, “you are going to keep your mouth shut. We are going to see what Doc can do to resolve this.”
“And Carla?” A frown overtook his face.
“Carla’s father is responsible for dealing with her. Not us.”
CHAPTERFORTY-THREE
The moment my father walked into the interview room, the tears started. He’d taken me in his arms without a second thought and rocked me gently as I broke down.
I didn’t know how long we stayed that way, and I’m sure the lawyer who was standing in the corner was weirded out by the entire thing, but the sight of my father broke open the well that I’d tried to keep sealed shut for so long.
When I was finally able to pull away from the comfort of my father’s arms, I noticed that there was blood on his shirt. Callum’s blood. When the police came, I was covered in it.
They’d treated me with kid gloves. Not that it mattered.
Shock had taken hold of me, and I couldn’t have spoken to them even if I wanted to. Even now, I felt like my mind couldn’t focus.
“This is bad. Isn’t it?” I wasn’t sure if I was talking to the lawyer or my father.
