Not only that, but we’ve had a chance to search his car since it was parked right outside our door. There, we got the hat and his cell. Luckily the district attorney made sure to include his cell phone in the search; otherwise, we wouldn’t have been able to download his text messages to the deceased. We also downloaded messages between Dorian and Daisy from the day of the murder. There were none from her asking Dorian to stop by the building. Call records do show the two spoke that day for less than two minutes. She could have asked him to stop by, but there’s no way of knowing. I’ll need to ask her about that exchange after I speak with Dorian.
“And?” Dorian’s acting quite cocky considering he’s been cooped up in this little room in the police station for the last couple of hours.
“She denies your claim that she asked you to visit.”
“She would.”
“What do you mean?”
Ignoring my question, he has one of his own. “So, she’s living with you now?”
I quickly look at the two-way glass, but I choose not to respond. “What did you mean by ‘she would’?”
“You know.” He sighs, leaning back in his chair. Crossing one leg over the other, he says, “I’m not sure you’re the person I should be speaking to. As a matter of fact, I’d like my attorney.”
“You haven’t been Mirandized—”
“Then let me talk to the person in charge,” he sneers. “After you let me call my attorney.”
I’m losing patience with this man. “If you’re innocent, why wouldn’t you just answer my questions?”
“Says the man living with my daughter.”
I hear the door open and already know who’s entered.
“Dr. Buchanan.” Captain Billings holds out his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Okay. He’s the good cop. I’m the fucking stupid one.
“Golden, will you please go ask Detective Turnbull to join me?” the captain says.
“Yep.”
As I stand to leave, Dorian says, “Hey.”
I turn to face him. “What?” I want to wring this guy’s neck, but I do my best to stay calm.
“I’m just curious.” He scratches his chin. “WhichDaisy have you been living with?”
“Excuse me?” What the fuck does that mean?
Then the asshole laughs.
I turn and am out of the room so fast, it’d make your head spin.
When I see Dan, he’s scowling.
“You too?” I snap.
“You’re living with the eyewitness?”
“She’s staying with me.” I run my fingers through my hair. “She had nowhere else to go.”
Standing, Dan moves past me, stopping when we’re only a foot apart. “Better not be screwing her.”
“Eat shit, Dan.”
“Jesus,” he mumbles. “You’re fucked, man.”
