“Evidence?” I got the basics of the story from Tyler and Ace, but not the details of it.
“Yes.” Indy turns me on his lap so I’m facing him. “Plenty of evidence. And I’m sure once the police and FBI finish their investigations, they’ll have found more.”
“Like what?”
“Are you sure you want to hear about it now? If you’re not feeling?—”
“Indy. I’d like to know.”
He sighs. “Okay. But.” He pauses for emphasis. “Then you’re going to tell me what put that look on your face.”
“What look?”
His finger traces the line of my jaw so tenderly it makes me want to cry all over again. “Like you’re sad. And if you are, I want to help. Okay?”
My throat goes thick.
How can I bear living across the country from him?
But I don’t say that. I just nod. “Okay. I will.”
“Okay.” He sighs again. “So. Tyler and Ace told you about Davis. His motive. The men he killed. And Jenna. Right?”
“Yes. Ace told me about Manny’s dad, how he died overseas, and his mom wanted the men shethoughtwere responsible punished.”
Indy grimaces. “They weren’t. Responsible, I mean. We got the whole story. The guys on Davis’s team, they did everything they could. One of them almost died himself trying to save him. But his wife… she refused to accept the truth.”
“I guess I can understand how it might be easier,” I say. “Having someone else to blame.”
“Maybe.” But from his expression, he doesn’t really believe it. “Anyway. They were innocent. But Manny Davis?He’snot.”
“So what did you find? Aside from his confession?”
“The police raided his apartment late last night. They found Black Cobweb, boxes of syringes, notes on the men he killed andthe ones he was going to target next, and—” Indy stops. His jaw clenches. “Your phone was there. At his apartment.”
My stomach knots. “He had my phone?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry, Bea.”
“It’s okay. I shouldn’t be surprised. And really, it’s better that he had it. Right? As more evidence.”
Indy exhales heavily. “Yes. But I hate it. That he had anything of yours… and what he did to you. Shit. I wish…”
“Wish what?”
Something dark and dangerous flickers in his gaze. But he quickly blinks it away. “Nothing.”
I could push. But I won’t. “So… there’s enough evidence to make sure he won’t get off?”
“There is.” He hesitates. “But even if there wasn’t, or if something unexpected happens at trial, he’s not coming after you again. It’s not happening.”
“How can you be sure? If he gets out?—”
“He won’t hurt you again.” It’s spoken without a hint of doubt. “I promise you, Bea. Manny Davis willneverhurt you again.”
We both go quiet for a few seconds after that.
Indy looks across the room, his face solemn in profile.
