“Does he drink a lot when he’s upset?”
I shrug again. “Dunno.”
“You’re his girlfriend. Why wouldn’t you know?”
“We haven’t been together long. And we’ve been studying for midterms and stuff.”
“No parties?”
“Nope.”
Thatcher tilts his head.
I swear, if he’s going to mention the Rain Dance?—
“So the Rain Dance was your last party together?”
My jaw clenches.
Motherfucker.
I say nothing, and Thatcher scribbles a note. “Where did he meet his buddy?”
“Dunno.”
“Does your boyfriend often leave without telling you where he’s going?”
I snort-laugh as I glance away and mutter, “God,” under my breath.
“Miss Lee?”
I turn back to Thatcher, my voice hard, shaking. “No, Kai doesn’t randomly leave. He’s not a psycho with mommy issues, he’s not violent, and he didn’t hurt Melissa.”
“So this is the first time he’s left without telling you where he went?”
My lips peel apart before I can control myself. Do they spend a year at the academy studying how to twist someone’s words around, or what the fuck?
“I didn’t mean that. We fought about his mom. Then he said he was going to have drinks with a friend.” I frown. “Kruger, or something. He asked me if I wanted to come.”
I tighten my arms over my chest, but that’s supposed to make me look defensive or guilty, so I shove my hands between my knees again.
“Did you try to contact him at all while he was gone?”
“No.”
“He didn’t try to?—“
“We were mad at each other, so no,” I cut in.
Plus, I was too busy messaging our psychology professor, telling him he was right about everything.
“Did Kai come back that night?”
“I don’t think so.”
“You’re not sure?”
“He wasn’t there when I went to bed.”
