I tucked in my lips when Sal raised an eyebrow.
This was going to be good.
“I'd like to see you try,” Sal remarked. “Not only do I have the police commissioner here as a witness to you holding my husband without sufficient evidence, but I have a decorated Marine.” Sal gestured to Marcus. “How badly do you want to fuck up your career?”
“I don't have a name,” I insisted. “If I had one, I'd give it to him.”
I seriously doubted the name the DEA had given me as the guy I'd be working with was really Alex SeRoy. More than likely, he was the Viggo Marcus that Detective Sparks had mentioned.
Sal turned to look at me, a bit of anger thinning his lips and pulling his eyebrows together. “Just what were you doing in that house anyway?”
I gave a small shake of my head. I wasn't supposed to discuss the case with anyone except the DEA. I'd make an exception for Sal, especially since my butt was currently in a sling, but I wasn't going to make the same exception for the detective.
Uncle Jerry was still a maybe but only because he always seems to get so stressed out whenever I did something like this. The poor man had been dealing with me his entire life. He had to have an ulcer the size of Kansas.
“The detective mentioned someone named Viggo Marcus. Maybe he's the guy running the show?”
Sal glanced at Detective Sparks. “You already have a suspect?”
“I have many suspects, including your husband,” the detective replied.
“Is he in custody?”
“Not at the moment, but he will be soon if I can get your husband to answer some questions for me.”
“Look,” I said, “I don't know who Viggo Marcus is. I'd never even heard of him before you mentioned him. I do not know who was running that drug house. I was in a little room with no windows. I didn't see anyone coming or going. I didn't see any drugs or drug deals. Nothing.”
The detective's eyes narrowed in on me. “You want me to believe you were seen coming and going from that place over the course of a week and you didn't see anything?”
“I didn't,” I protested. “Like I said, I was in a little room. I didn't even go into the rest of the house. I was just there repairing and upgrading a computer.”
Jerry's head snapped up, and he stared at me with wide eyes. Even Sal turned to look at me.
Yeah, yeah, what I knew about computers wouldn't fit in a thimble.
So not the point.
“My friend Lyn knows a lot about computers, but he didn't have time to take on this job, so I was doing it for him and he was talking me through it.” I seriously hoped Sal and Jerry could read between the lines of what I was saying. “I didn't even realize it was a drug house until SWAT busted in.”
Okay, that part was a lie, and I'd need to explain that to Sal later. Just not right now. I needed to get this detective off my tail so I could get out of here, and then I'd explain everything to Sal.
“The computer found on the premises wasn't working.”
“I know,” I replied to the detective. “I told you I was there to repair and upgrade it.”
“For a week?”
I dramatically rolled my eyes. “I kept telling that moron who hired me that I needed more fans for the hard drive. It was overheating. He wouldn't listen to me, and the computer overheated.”
The detective took a step closer. “What moron?”
Oops.
“I don't remember his name.” I gingerly touched the bruises on my cheek. “I tend to not care about people who smack me around.”
Sal's eyes darkened. “He hit you?”
I loved Sal's protective instincts, but now was not the time. Me getting hit was so low on my list of issues right now. “He was pissed the computer wasn't working.”
