“Sure.”
Though tension rolled through his gut and down to his toes, he followed John to a booth in the back. The two of them sat, and Devon shook his head when the server came over. She retreated, and Devon faced John squarely.
“I assume it’s not good news.”
“Your optimism is blinding, Devon.”
Devon shrugged. “Odds are I’m right.”
“Well, first off, they’ve set the court date for Vince. You’ll be there, yeah?”
“I’ll be there.”
John nodded. “Second, you know Anna was in the wind?”
“I know that nobody had heard from her, yes.” Devon fidgeted with the napkin holder. “She’s been found?”
“Hiding out at the house of her cousin’s friend. We got a heads up from Rockingham County Sheriff’s department. Chief Hemsworth and I picked her up this morning; just got back a little bit ago.”
“And?”
“And it looks like she’ll be charged as an accessory.”
Devon tried to process the words. “Anna knew.”
John nodded slowly. “She knew.”
“And she let my baby rot, same as he did.” He tucked his hands under the table as they tightened into fists.
“She claims she tried to convince him to come clean, but he threatened her. She is pregnant, he wasn't lying about that. Her defense is that she felt unsafe.” John looked at Devon with sympathy in his eyes.
“She’ll get away, won’t she?”
“It’s possible. Depends on plenty of factors. She poses a flight risk now, so the chief and I have to decide what to do with her, being pregnant and all.”
“You can’t let her get away with it.” There was a red wash over his vision, and he blinked a few times to refocus on the sergeant.
“If I can help it, she won’t, but you know it isn’t up to me.”
“No, it isn’t up to you. Or me.”
John ran his tongue along his teeth for a second. “Chief says she’d like to talk to you whenever. You want me to tell her you’ll stop by after you eat?”
“Official business?”
John grinned and shook his head. “Nah.”
Devon almost laughed. “I guess I can swing by, then.”
“Okay.” John stood, rested his hand on Devon’s shoulder. “Take care of yourself and don't do anything I’ll have to arrest you for.”
“I promise.”
“Your pretty face wouldn’t last long in jail.”
Devon snorted.
