“They do, but like I said, they’re very rare. And you’re one of them.”
“I’m not.” Really, I’m not. I left Daisy alone in a damn cell, for shit’s sake.
“Just take a compliment, will ya?” She laughs.
“I can take a compliment, but that’s putting a lot of pressure on me.”
“Nah.” She shakes her head. “You can’t help it. It’s who you are.”
I have no idea where she got these ideas about me, but I’m no goddamn unicorn.
I drink the last of my beer and set the glass down just as my phone chimes. Looking down at the screen, I see it’s Finch. He’s finally getting back to me after I sent him a text before my run. Holding up my finger, I tell Kat I’ve got to take the call. Sliding out of the booth, I walk to the back of the bar where it’s a little quieter.
“Golden,” I answer quickly.
“Man, you won’t believe the shit that just went down here.”
“What?”Please don’t tell me Daisy’s hurt.
“We just got the fingerprints back from the pink envelope and the photos.”
Here we go. “And?”
“The outside of the envelope had Daisy’s prints like we expected. It also had Kara’s and Dorian Buchanan’s.”
“We expected that as well. So what’s the issue?”
“It’s the photos on the inside.”
“Yeah?”Jesus. Spit it out, man.
“They only had one set of prints on them.”
I hold my breath, waiting. “Whose prints?”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Gage
“Thanks for coming,” the captain says with a scowl. “As soon as we’ve got this wrapped up, you and me, we’re gonna sit down and talk about all of this. Yeah?”
I nod, but I’m not actually listening to him. Instead, I’m looking through the two-way glass into the interrogation room at Dan, who’s sitting across from someone I care about. “So you thinkDanshould be the one to talk to her?”
“I do. You’re too close to her.”
“Don’t you think she needs a lawyer?”
“Finch Mirandized her. She waived her right to an attorney.”
Damn it, Daisy.I see my scowl in the reflection on the glass.
I should be in there with her.
“Dan’s able to ask the tough questions without it being personal.”
Now my reflection reads irritation.I’mable to separate my personal feelings… well, shit, maybe he’s right.
“Let’s see if Dan can find out what happened that night.” He shrugs. “Hell, maybe we’re wrong about everything.”
