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McKittrick’s lips twitched. “Why?”
“Because now I’m wondering if he really killed himself, and that’s just ridiculous.”
He thought they’d laugh at him, but... they didn’t. They both looked sucker-punched.
“Oh fuck,” Sam whispered, his pulse going from normal to stratospheric. “You’re kidding. Please say I’m ridiculous.”
“Fucking shrinks,” Constantine muttered again, but with less heat this time.
Well, hell. “Am I in any danger from this partner?” Sam asked, wishing they weren’t in his car so that he could escape.
“We don’t know that one exists,” Constantine deflected.
That was a lie. Sam could see it in the man’s eyes. “Right. Goddammit.”
“We really don’t know,” McKittrick said levelly. “We don’t know much right now, to be honest. We’ll keep you updated as it pertains to your personal safety.”
“Wow.” Sam wanted to say something cutting in response to that, but he couldn’t think of a single remark that made any sense. He settled for a sarcastic “Gee, thanks.”
She sighed again. “I’m sorry, Dr.Reeves. This situation sucks and I wish you’d never been involved. But you are. Be aware of your surroundings and call 911 if you feel threatened.”
“That is so not helpful, Detective,” he spat. But it wasn’t her fault. He knew that. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be rude.”
“It’s okay. I get it.”
“What about that reporter? The one who got the scoop on Colton being the killer? Will she find out about me and put my name in the paper?”
“How do you know about her?” Constantine demanded.
“Joel told me.” He winced. “Dammit. Now Joel’s going to be pissed at me, too.” He shook his head. “Never mind. Will she? Will my name be publicized?”
“She hasn’t published it yet,” McKittrick said. “And I don’t think she’d keep something like that to herself if she knew.”
Sam nearly snarled that that wasn’t good enough, but she was just doing her job. “All right.”
“If your name is publicized, we can look at police protection, but it’s not likely.” She grimaced. “Budget cuts.”
Sam closed his eyes, trying to control his temper. “So I’m on my own.”
“You have a gun,” Constantine said sardonically.
Sam glared at the man. “You are an asshole.”
Constantine had the grace to look a little ashamed. “You’re right. That was uncalled for. I’m not a fan of shrinks.”
“I figured that out for myself,” Sam said with as much malice as he could channel. “This is a nightmare.”
“I’m sorry you’re going through this,” McKittrick said quietly. “Can you take a vacation? Go away for a while?”
“I have clients. I can’t just up and go.” Although he did have vacation time saved up and Vivian had offered. “I’ll consider it,” he amended.
“Let us know if you leave town,” Constantine warned.
Sam gave him a dirty look, opened his mouth, then thought of something even worse. “My parents live in my building. I’m staying with them right now. Are they in danger?”
“I don’t think so,” McKittrick said and this time he believed her.
“Why aren’t you staying in your own apartment?” Constantine asked.
