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“Why are you here?”
His eyes found mine. He could see I wasn’t happy about any of this.
About him coming here.
About us needing to be here for those fucking lawyers.
About how he kept glancing Billie’s way as if she were his to take care of, but he couldn’t so he had to stand away from her and do his job, because that was why he was here.
I hated all of this, but mostly that I couldn’t make any of it go away.
I was the one who fixed everything. I protected. But with this shit, I was just another fucking helpless bystander.
Travis opened his mouth.
Here we go.
“Who are you?” he asked, looking at the lawyer.
Billie’s fingers tucked into the back of my jeans.
“I’m Mallory Christening, from Jacobson and Jacobson.”
His mouth turned down in derision. “You’re a lawyer.”
“Yes.” Vicky’s voice rose, taking over. “And the lawyers who came out of the house behind my husband are the lawyers for Cameron Fowler.”
I could tell Detective Dickhead disliked their presence even more than the first lawyer. “Why are they here?”
I had a feeling if it’d been at all professional for him to curse in the middle of that question, he would’ve.
They didn’t respond right away, so I did, letting him know that I was right there with him in his assessment. “They’re asking for DNA from Billie to help support their new scheme to say the Midwest Butcher was a Good fucking Samaritan, who just happened to be in the neighborhood, heard the screams, and came to help. They’re saying another person was there, based on some new DNA found on one of the murder weapons.” My sarcasm was savage.
This was a fucking shitshow.
He and I read each other before his eyes flashed. “I want all the lawyers out of here,” he ordered, his hand going up in the air as a signal to his co-workers.
I liked hearing that.
All the lawyers started protesting.
“But wouldn’t it be a precaution if—” Vicky began.
“No. I’m sorry.” He shut her down. “I’m not here to question Billi—Miss Harm. I’m here to let her know about an incident that occurred, and to ask if my men could search the premises.”
Howard spoke up, “On what basis?”
“To make sure no one is here. To make sure you’re safe, that Miss Harm is safe.”
“And your reasoning for that?”
Detective Dickhead hesitated, as the lawyers were still protesting their removal. “Could we have a word inside?”
Mallory started marching for the house.
“Family only,” he clipped out. “That doesn’t include you, Ms. Christening.”
“I’m their lawyer.” She harrumphed, her nostrils flaring.
