Addison
“You okay?” dETECTIVE Parker asked.
I stilled my leg and sat up a bit. “Restless leg syndrome.”
He chuckled. “Anyone ever tell you you’re funny?”
I sighed. “My best friend. All the time. She could tell you herself, but she’s beingwrongly imprisoned.”
“Addison.” He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his expression serious once again. “May I call you Addison?”
I shrugged, ashiver stealing down my spine at the sound of my name on his lips. “Knock yourself out.”
“You can call me Jake. Your brother’s one of the good guys, which is rare to find in a criminal defense attorney. He’s already given me his take on Ms. James, and he’s warned me about you, too.”
I bristled with indignation at his tone. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“He said Ms. James is innocent and you’lltry to do everything you can to get her out of here.”
“Well, yeah. Sheismy best friend.”
He nodded. “And that’s admirable, but there’s nothing you can do for her right now.”
My brother chose that moment to walk in and I jumped to my feet.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Not really,” I said. “I’d like to get Dylan and leave now.”
“You can’t, Sis.”
“She’s going to have to hang out here for the weekend,”Jake said.
“Here? The entire weekend?” I rasped.
“Yes ma’am.”
