I’ll just say you wrote it.
Finn once again fell silent.Weird.
Alex stalked in, staring at the scattered papers, and then focused on me. “Killian, I didn’t actually think you would come through with that. We’re going to have to check our sources but apparently, one of the biggest sources—Nyla—didn’t come into work today. Any idea where she is?”
“No, why?”
“Because I distinctly heard you inviting her out last night.” Alex raised one of his brows, leaning back against the wall. “She also showed up dead in an alleyway this morning.”
I forced my face into an expression of horror, a dragged-out ‘what?’ falling from my lips. I slapped a hand over my mouth, trying to mirror what looked like shock as if I hadn’t been there while Finn tore the woman apart. “We just went for a little funin one of the private rooms and then I left. Merchant sent her away in a cab, I think. You don’t think I killed her, do you?” I pushed an extra ounce of wobble into my voice, falling into the innocence I had crafted over the years.
Jamie snorted, slapping me on the back. “A timid piece like you? Not a chance. It’s the work of The Skinner, they’re saying. I just think it’s odd you were there before she died.”
I didn’t know why that was my problem. The Skinner had killed other people and no one had ever come looking for me before. Was it just because I was so closely related to the victim? Hell, Slash hadn’t been called in when his stepmothers had died. Why was this any different?
“Okay? Nyla and I were cubby mates for a while. Fuck, she's really dead?”
You’re supposed to be the innocent one, Primrose.
I’m beginning to think you’re even more heartless than Finn.
She disrespected Killian.
We didn’t have feelings for her.
Her pussy was nice though.
“Why are you asking me questions?”
“Because it seems that your boyfriend—your ex? I’m not even sure but he’s here with another officer asking to speak with you. They’ve got fifteen minutes and then they need to be gone.” Alex nodded to Jamie and they both exited, leaving me confused.
Why would my dad send Samael when he knew that we had dated? If he knew of my involvement at Bondage Palace, then he also knew about Samael’s. None of this was adding up, which just further cemented my need to sit down with my father tonight.
I’m guessing this wasn’t part of the plan, was it?
No, it wasn’t. The plan is falling apart.
Samael and another detective strolled in, their faces expressionless as they took seats across from me. Then Samael let the wall around his emotions fall, showing off how pissed he was in this moment. My father must have mentioned something in the past several hours since I had last seen him and it couldn’t be good.
“Hello, I’m Detective Hales, and this is Detective Stenson but you can call us Victor and Merchant.”
I snorted. “Victor, I dated Merchant. I know who he is and my father is the chief of police. This doesn’t have to be as informal as you’re making it. Just ask your questions.”
Victor’s eyes widened as he glanced over at Samael and then back at me. “Wait, this is the chief’s son? Fuck. You should have told me.”
“Everyone knows,” Samael laughed. “You just don’t pay attention.”
Victor cleared his throat and pulled out a small file from his bag, no doubt about to run through the methodical questioning that most of Primrose’s officers did during an interrogation. I obliged, answering his questions regarding my whereabouts, when I arrived, when I left, my alibis, etc. Five minutes in, Victor was confident that I had nothing to do with it—although his cheeks were a fiery red after learning Samael and I liked to tag team.
We didn’t.
At all.
To sell this whole thing, though, we’d have to show up at Bondage Palace again to make it look like it wasn’t just a one-time thing.
Victor quickly packed up his files and shoved them back into his bag before exiting the room, which left me with Samael. “Your father is really worried about you. Showed me Finn’s medical files and the sealed criminal case he was part of. Tell me, what’s that about?”
“How did you know I wasn’t Finn?”
