I know.
I should leave, but I need to watch the rest of this show. Pulling up a stool as Dan joins Billings in the interrogation room, I sit close to the two-way glass.
“You gonna do anything about that cop and my daughter?” Buchanan asks my boss.
“I don’t know what you’re referring to,” the captain says diplomatically. Covering his own ass, no doubt.
“My daughter insinuated earlier that she’s staying with that cop.”
“I’ll check into that.” Billings sits back in his seat. “So, what did Daisy want?”
“Want?”
Impertinent asshole.
“Want. The night of the murder. You said she asked you to stop by. What did she want?”
He scoffs. “The same shit she always wants.”
“Which is?”
“You know,” Buchanan sighs like he’s bored. “I really want a lawyer.”
“We’re making the call as we speak.” The captain reassures. “What does Daisy usually need when she calls you?”
Buchanan sighs and rests his head back on his shoulders. Raising it again, he looks directly at the captain. “She’s got issues.”
“Issues?” Dan asks.
“Problems.”
The captain takes this one. “Problems?”
“She….” He leans forward and whispers, “Mental problems.”
Fucking lies.
“It’s why I pay all her bills, take care of her,” he continues. “It’s also the reason her mother left. She couldn’t take it anymore.”
What kind of father spews shit like this about his child?
“I’m sorry.” The captain leans closer. “Can you be more specific?”
Buchanan sits up suddenly. “Not without my lawyer present.”
“Very well,” Billings says resignedly. Dan stands first, then the captain. “We’ll let you know when he gets here.”
“Great.”
God, Dorian Buchanan is a smug bastard.
The minute the two are through the door of the booth, it slams shut and the captain yells, “My office. Now!”
Yeah. I’m screwed.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Daisy
