“You put a gun in his mouth?” I heard Detective Wallace ask Jagger from the other side of the room. The police had separated us as soon as they’d put the cuffs on Silas and hauled him out of here.
“Am I under arrest?”
“No, not as of this moment. But Mr. Clive said you broke into his apartment and assaulted him.” Detective Wallace gestured to the door. “Front door has a busted lock. Story seems to check out.”
“You’re going to give me shit when you couldn’t catch the guy for eight damn years?”
Detective Wallace frowned. “Just answer my questions, Mr. Langston.”
Jagger looked over at me. “Can we please get her out of here? You’re making the victim sit in the apartment of the piece of shit who assaulted her. Don’t you think she’s been through enough?”
“We can do that. But then we’re going to have to go down to the police station so I can finish my questions.”
“Great.” Jagger lifted his cell. “I’ll tell my lawyer to meet us there.”
Detective Manning, whom I’d just met when he arrived with Detective Wallace, closed his notebook. “Sorry, Ms. Holland. We’re going to finish taking your statement down at the police station.”
I looked over, and my eyes met Jagger’s. “Okay. I’ll have my lawyer meet us there, too.”
CHAPTER 38
Sutton
“I think I’m going to head home.”
My mother frowned. “What? No. You barely even slept last night.”
I didn’t point out that I actually hadn’t slept a wink. How could I after the last seventeen hours? When we’d left Silas’s apartment, I’d gone down to the police station, where Edmund’s lawyer, Kent, had met me. It hadn’t actually been necessary since I didn’t have anything to hide, but I didn’t want to say or do anything that might incriminate Jagger. The police detectives had asked me questions for about an hour and then thanked me and told me I was free to go. Jagger, on the other hand, was not. As far as we knew, he was still there now, at ten o’clock the next morning.
“I’ll sleep better at home.”
Edmund walked down the hall, fresh from the shower. I looked at him and didn’t even have to speak. He shook his head. “Still nothing.”
My shoulders slumped. “They can only keep him for afew more hours, right? Kent said they could question him for up to twenty-four hours.”
“Unless they decide to charge him. But if that’s happened, we’d know about it because all hell would break loose in the media.”
I blew out a heavy breath.
“That would be absolutely ridiculous,” Mom said. “He had to do the police’s job for them.”
Edmund frowned. “He held the guy at gunpoint, Mia.”
“The man is a violent criminal. He was just holding him until the police arrived.”
I loved my mother for defending Jagger, but her point of view wasn’t exactly correct. Jagger had had no intention of calling the police, and I couldn’t even bring myself to think about what he might’ve done if I hadn’t gotten there in time.
I stood. “I’m going home.”
Mom pointed. “Edmund will drive you.”
I shook my head. “I need the fresh air.”
“You can put the windows down in the car.”
I smiled. “Thank you. But I really need to do this on my own.”
“I don’t understand why—”
