“He was pretty beat up. To me, it looks to be personal and not random.”
Give the man a door prize. He surmised that from the injuries. Anyone could do that shit. You don’t need to be a beat cop or a detective to put two and two together.
I would bet my life that Mark didn’t tell them why I kicked his ass, and for now, I’m not about to tell them either.
It isn’t my place.
I’m not his victim, and if Zoey wants that shit locked down tight, I’ll lock it down. I’ll serve whatever stupid-ass jail time they want to give me because men like Mark don’t even deserve to breathe.
“Lawyer,” I say again, drawing the word out super slowly and spending a particularly long time on the letter R. I rub my fingers together, feeling the sticky residue of the ink they used for fingerprinting as I glare at the man.
He ignores my request this time. “Was there a specific reason you attacked Mr. Jones?”
I stare at Officer Williams and keep my mouth shut. My brother always hammered that shit into my head. Giving any answer to any question is a no-no. It could be the best answer, and the cops would find a way to twist that shit into the worst.
“Mr. Jones’s injuries were extensive. He has a broken arm, a concussion, a broken jaw, a broken nose, and three broken fingers.”
My only regret is that I didn’t break all ten, but I am not about to tell the cop that.
I don’t make a sound, only stare.
“He’s still in the hospital after the surgery to have his jaw wired shut.”
Sucks for him, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not happy about his suffering because I damn well am.
“We have a written statement from the victim because he’s unable to talk. He claims he’d never seen you before that night and had no idea why you would attack him.”
I only wish I’d fucking made his dick unusable so he wouldn’t have the ability to violate someone in the same way he did Zoey. That is my only regret about the entire shitshow.
The door to the interview room opens, and a man pops his head inside. “Lawyer’s here.”
“Damn it,” Officer Williams mutters as he scoops up the papers in front of us. “I’ll be back.”
I turn my head in his direction as he walks toward the door, knowing this isn’t over, even if Hal is here to try to save the day.
Hal steps into the room a moment later, takes the seat across from me, and holds up a finger.
I follow his lead, remaining silent. I’ve never been in this position before. This is my brother’s life, never mine. Well, at least not until now.
A good minute later, Hal finally opens his mouth, “I never thought I’d get that call.”
“Makes two of us.”
“What happened?”
I glance around, wondering if anyone is listening.
“Attorney-client privilege. They can’t listen.”
I sigh and ease back into my chair with my arms in front of me, still cuffed to the damn table. “The asshole took part in an assault on one of my friends.”
“What kind of assault?”
“She’s female,” I tell him.
Hal clucks his tongue as he nods. “Got it.”
“She was terrified, and I thought I’d teach Mark a lesson so it doesn’t happen to her again.”
