I have no doubt he will.
Chapter 16
Gable
“One more time for me.”
I sigh and let my head drop back, groaning at the ceiling. “How many more fucking times do I have to say it?”
I’m cold. I’m tired. I’m hungry. The coffee here tastes like shit. This is what I get for being a good fucking neighbor—interrogations and uncomfortable fucking chairs.
“Indulge me, Mr. Flynn,” Detective Harper says. He’s a little gremlin of a man in a suit two sizes too big and beady eyes I want to poke out.
I lean forward, resting my forearms on the metal table. I don’t have to talk, I know my rights, but I also know that for once in my life I have nothing to hide.
“I couldn’t sleep. Decided to go for a walk. I stepped into the hallway. I heard Ella scream. I shouted for my brother, and I went to help her.”
The absolute fucking truth. The night was weighing on me, and s’mores didn’t fix it, so I wanted to get some fresh air to try and snap myself out of the funk today has me in.
The detective narrows his eyes. “Got there awful quick.”
“Should I have waited until she was dead? Would that make me look less guilty?”
“Are you guilty?” he asks. “Word is you’re not a fan of our Ella.”
Our Ella. And therein lies the problem. Princess Ella is hurt, the little darling of the station, and even though I’m the one who kept her alive, because I didn’t do it the way they wanted me to, I’m the fucking criminal.
“Correct, I don’t like Ella. But what is it you’re suggesting? I hired someone to kill her, then got cold feet and killed him first?” I lean close and lower my voice. “Do you have a brain, Detective Harper?”
Somehow, his beady little eyes narrow further. “You snapped his neck. Not an easy thing to do.”
“Apparently it is.” I slump back.
“Done it before?”
“Nope.” Yep, fifty-six times. It’s just as satisfying as you imagine it would be.
The door flies open, and I expect another appearance from Guy, and I’m right—but he’s not alone.
Hunter steps into the room, looking beyond furious. He points at me, but his eyes are on Detective Harper.
“Is he under arrest?”
The detective blinks. “Um?—”
“Answer the fucking question before I shove a lawsuit so far up your ass, you’ll be spitting paperwork!”
Lawsuit. He isn’t even a lawyer, but fuck is he scary when he wants to be.
Detective Harper scowls. “No, he’s not.”
“Gable, let’s go.”
I stand, and I wink at Guy as I pass. “You’re welcome forsaving your kid, by the way. I won’t be doing it again anytime soon.”
Guy follows us out. “Is that a threat?”
“Dad,” Ella says, and I see her for the first time since the apartment. She’s beside Asher, her eyes wide, her neck black and blue. I don’t like the woman, but seeing her dangling in the air, that fucker’s hands around her throat, unleashed something feral in me.
