“No way.” My surprise sounded hollow even to me. “Do they know who did it?”
“No,” Asher said, eyeing us both. “The witness didn’t get a good enough look to give them much of a description. Just that two people—one dressed as a burglar and the other dressed as a hooker—attackedher.”
“Attacked?” I asked.
Addison snorted. “Dressed like a hooker?”
Asher paled, cradling his head in his hands. “Please tell me it wasn’t you two.”
“This is totally unrelated,” I said. “But do you think the cops have this place bugged?”
“No.” Asher gestured for me to sit beside him, which I did. “Because of the recording Addison got the day she was not supposed to be in your apartment”—hegave her a glare—“Jake knows there’s other people involved, so he’s investigating possible suspects. If you knew who the killer was, you would have told him. He’s not going to waste time and resources monitoring you too closely.” He paused and studied me, taking my hand. “Dylan? Your eyes are red. Have you been crying?”
“No.” I looked away.
“But what about the detail?” Addison asked, rushingin to save me.
I could still feel Asher’s gaze on the back of my head. “That has more to do with Dad than Dylan’s case.”
“What do you mean?” Addison asked. “Did you tell him about what happened at Dylan’s apartment?”
“Not me.” Asher released my hand. “You know he has friends on the force.”
Addison snorted. “Dad’s friends run the force.”
“Exactly. And how would it look if his little girl gothurt? I’m surprised they haven’t been tailing you. Now quit trying to change the subject and tell me what you two were doing at Bridge City Management.”
When neither of us offered an explanation, he stiffened. “At least tell me why you attacked the janitor so I can defend you in court if it comes to that.”
“If anything, she attacked Dylan,” Addison said. “Practically blinded her with some sortof cleaning solution.”
“Addison, shut up!” I hissed.
“I knew it,” Asher said with a sigh.
“He knew all along,” Addison pointed out.
“No, he suspected,” I countered. “You just confirmed.”
Addison bit her lip with a quiet, “Oh.”
“So, I smell vinegar because it’s what the cleaning lady attacked you with?” Asher asked.
“She didn’t really attack me. She was freaked, so she defended herself...defense by spray bottle.”
“Dylan,” Asher admonished, eyeing me again. “You should probably flush your eyes with water. Here, I’ll help you.”
He grabbed my hand again and stood, tugging me into the kitchen where he turned on the water and had me lean over the sink. “Blink a lot,” he said, cupping water over my eyes. I did as he said and, after the initial stinging, it started to feel much better.
“You weren’t... dressed like a hooker, were you?” Asher asked, his voice a little huskier than normal.
Heat crept back into my cheeks. “No. That was all Addy.”
“It was a bustier!” Addison defended from the sofa. “I was making a fashion statement.”
Asher groaned and turned off the water. “Did you at least get anything useful?”
“Yes.” I grabbed a kitchen towel and dried my face. “Despitescaring the bejesus out of the cleaning lady, setting off the alarm, and running from the police, our first B&E went pretty well.”
