“Oh, yeah? Well, fuck those people! No one asked them.”
He laughed through his tears. “I like you.”
Dana wrapped her arms around him and got as close as she could to him. His pain, and her anger at the people who doubted him, made her shiver.
“You’re cold. Let’s get out of this pool.”
“Good idea. I want to lay in your bed again, but with you.”
“Careful, sweetheart.” Alex whispered into her hair. “I might just have to keep you there.”
Chapter Fifteen
As Gordon checked out of his shit motel, he glanced out the front office window. There was another car parked next to his.
Weird.
So he wasn’t the only one who’d shelled out cash to stay in this dump.
Grabbing his luggage, he headed outside, glad to be breathing fresher air.
A man got out of the car next to his and leaned on it, waiting for him.
Gordon headed to his driver’s side. “Can I help you?”
“You Gordon Dean?”
“Who’s asking?”
The man extended his hand. “Bill Patterson. I’m a reporter.”
Gordon slung his suitcase into the back seat. “No comment.”
Patterson hurried around to his side of the car. “I’m not here to bother you. I just have a few questions about Alex Markov.”
“Everyone always does.”
“And with good reason.”
“I’m not interested in talking about Alex.”
Patterson leaned against Gordon’s door.
“Look, buddy. I have a long drive ahead of me. Do you mind?”
“I’ve spoken to your parents, you know. I know how they feel about Markov. And I just want you to know it’s a crying shame that man is walking the streets. After what he did to your sister, no one would blame you for wanting to get back at him.”
“What the hell? You know nothing about what I want.”
“You sure about that? I’ve been following your case very closely. Your sister was a good woman. I can see the effect her death, hermurder, had on everyone around her. Your parents are wrecks. You know this, Gord, my man. They’ve never gotten over the injustice.”
“Shannon wasn’t murdered. It was an accident.”
“Did Markov tell you that? You don’t really believe it, do you? If you did, you never would have gone after him with a crowbar.”
Gordon’s face was on fire. “How would you know that?”
“Like I said, I’ve been sticking very close to your friend Alex. He may have tried to pull one over on you with his ‘woe is me’ act, but I can see him for what he really is. A liar. He’s responsible for your sister’s death and he should pay for it.”
