Her gaze leveled mine. “Yes.”
“The bare finger on your left hand suggests you’re not married, is that correct?”
“Yes.”
“Boyfriend?”
“No.”
“Since when?”
“Since a long time.”
“Friends with benefits?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Everything’s my business right now. Take some time thinking about your former lovers and let me know if you think any of them might fit this bill. Assuming there are some, of course.”
Those eyes squinted.
“Are you an only child?”
“Yes.”
“Parents?”
“My dad lives in Dallas. My mom is no longer with us.”
“I’d appreciate his contact information and the contact info for the dog breeder you visited earlier today.”
“Why? To determine if I’m telling the truth?”
“Your attack ended in a man’s death. It’s my job to gather everything I can about the incident, including the whereabouts of everyone involved.”
“Fine.”
“Thank you for your cooperation.”
“Thank you for toning down your smartassery.”
I pulled my card from my pocket and tossed it across the table. “If you think of anything else, give me a call. Day or night.”
She slid the card into one of the many hidden pockets in those leggings. “When do I get my gun back?”
“It’ll be awhile.” I stood. “Do you have a ride back to your car?”
“I’ll takecare of it.”
“I’ll take you.” I turned and made my way to the door. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
14
JAGG
Colson slid out of the observation room as I stepped into the hall and pulled the door closed. He jerked his chin and I followed him into his office, where he closed the door behind us.
“How much did you catch?” I asked.
