A flowered dress? She was wearing a flowered dress….
No.
“When was this?”
Daisy looks at Dan and then at me. Or at the two-way glass. Her eyes pierce my heart. “Is Gage here yet?”
Yes.
“Not yet.” He shifts some of his papers around on the table. “Was it that night, Daisy?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t remember.”
“Daisy, I need you to be honest with me.”
“Honest with you?” She slaps the table again. “What do you want me to say? You want me to tell you I killed her?” Her head jerks closer to Dan. “Huh?”
My body is frozen in place. I can barely breathe.
“Well, I did. That fucking bitch wouldn’t pay me a cent. She said she didn’t care if her father knew.” With a scoff, she adds, “She didn’t even want to see the new pictures.”
New pictures? Was Dorian still seeing Kara?
Standing suddenly, Daisy jabs a finger at Dan. “I had plans for that money. I was going to get the hell out of Ames, start a new life without my fucking father breathing down my neck.”
“Daisy—”
“No.” Her body turns slightly as she takes a step.
I stand as well and place my hands on the glass. Her demeanor changed so suddenly, it made the hair on my arms stand on end. Without looking at him, I tell the captain, “She needs a lawyer.” Or a psychologist. “Does her father know she waived her rights?”
“Yes.”
I turn to look at Billings. “And he’s letting this go on?”What kind of father does that?
The captain’s voice is suddenly gentle. “He said he’s been dealing with her for long enough.”
I scoff. “So he’s just giving her up?”
“She murdered someone, Gage.”
It makes no difference. Dorian Buchanan should be doing whatever he can to protect his child, but he’s not.
But neither am I.
My attention is drawn back to Daisy as Dan says, “Have a seat, Daisy.” His voice dropped an octave with those words.
Ignoring him, she takes one step. “This is allhisfault.”
“Your father’s?”
“Yes!” she screams, taking another step closer. “I should have fucking killedhimwith that stupid golf club! He’s the one who deserves to die.”
She’s around the side of the table now.
“Daisy. Please sit.”
Her voice suddenly changes from angry and loud to soft and sweet. “You believe me, right?” The sound coming from her is almost creepy. “It’s all my daddy’s fault.”
