“Code Thor!” Theo said under her breath before I could ask what was up.
This time I heard her correctly. I followed her line of sight and spotted Detective Callahan across the room. As if he sensed our eyes on him, he turned and focused his laser-like blue gaze on us. He stared at us for a long moment before disappearing into the adjoining room.
“Why is he here?” I asked with a quiver of anxiety.
“Keeping an eye on his suspects, probably,” Wyatt said.
“Mr. Nagy’s not here. Neither is Hoffman. That leaves Emersyn,” Theo so helpfully pointed out.
“I’m doomed.” I downed the last of my champagne and placed the empty glass on a passing waiter’s tray.
Wyatt did the same with his. Jemma, who’d already ditched her empty glass at some point, grabbed a full flute before the waiter disappeared into the crowd.
“We’ve got your back,” she assured me before taking a sip of champagne.
Her promise did nothing to stop my knees from quaking as Detective Callahan walked over my way.
Chapter
Fifty-Three
“Ms. Gray,” the detective said in a cool voice. “How convenient to see you here.”
“Is it?” My voice sounded unnaturally high.
“I understand that Ms. Gao sometimes brings you day-old goods from her bakery.”
“Um…so?” I asked, thrown off by the question. “What do Agnes’s baked goods have to do with anything?”
I glanced at my friends, but they appeared to be just as puzzled as me.
“Some of the desserts she sells are decorated with gold leaf,” Callahan explained.
Oh.
I’d never made that connection.
Did that mean Agnes belonged on my suspect list?
“Is that the case with any food she’s given you recently?” the detective asked.
“Not that I can think of.” That was the truth, but the way he stared at me made me wonder if Agnes had answered a similar question in the affirmative.
“I’d like you to stop by the station tomorrow so we can have a chat.”
Champagne churned in my stomach.
“Not without a lawyer present,” Wyatt said, stepping up to stand at my side.
He put a hand to my back, and comforting warmth radiated through the fabric of my dress, easing my trembling slightly.
Callahan’s eyes never left my face. “Then I’ll see you and your lawyer tomorrow morning. Shall we say ten o’clock?”
I nodded, because I couldn’t get my voice to work in that moment.
Callahan strode away.
“I can’t afford a lawyer,” I whispered once I found my voice.
