The cop doesn’t take his eyes off me, instead, watching me like a hawk as if he were waiting for a reaction, a movement, anything he can run with.
“The powder found on Carly’s person was powdered foxglove. It’s estimated several grams were slipped into her coffee which caused her death.”
“She was poisoned?” I say with confusion.
“It appears so,” he says as he leans back into his chair casually. “You two went to coffee to talk things out after a physical altercation,and she was poisoned. Do you see where I’m going with this?”
“I didn’t kill my sister!” I hiss as Nico’s lawyer gestures for me to stay silent.
“Do you have any evidence my client even touched the deceased’s cup before it was consumed? They were not in a home, they were in an establishment. What proof do you have that my client had any part to do with it?”
The cop cuts a sideways look to him as he sneers.
“Let’s call it a gut thing.”
He turns back to me before he shakes his head.
“I can’t help you until you start telling the truth, Cassi. Did you slip foxglove in your sister’s drink and then maybe plant it on her?”
“Don’t answer that,” Nico’s lawyer whispered.
Fuck that, I’m absolutely answering, because it’s ridiculous.
“No!”
The cop scoffs as he shakes his head.
“Looks like we very well may need to take this conversation to the station.”
“Not so fast, you are going to need to provide us with more evidence before my client is going anywhere with you.”
The other cop glares at him before pulling out his phone, he makes a quick call before speaking into the phone.
“Hey, Jimmy. Can you pull the cameras from the coffee shop? I want to see the coffee the girl was served being made and if anyone touched it before she drank it.”
A pause occurs before he nods his head and hangs up the phone.
“One concrete piece of evidence coming right up, sir. If you’ll excuse us,” he says before they both push to stand, stepping outside.
As soon as the door shuts, Nico’s lawyer turns to me sharply.
“Tell me right fucking now, did you do it?”
“Bill,” Nico intervenes.
He ignores him, keeping his eyes on me.
“Did. You. Do. It?” he questions pointedly.
“No! Of course not.”
“Are you sure? Because if you had anything to do with it and they can prove it, we need to pivot our strategy and quick.”
I look to Nico for help and he wraps his arm around me as he shakes his head.
“She didn’t do it, Bill.”
He huffs out a breath before looking to Nico.
