“You can stay hungry if you talk to me like that again,” Meadow retorted.
Monroe snapped his mouth shut. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Better. Manners cost nothing. Grab a plate, there’s plenty left over,” Meadow offered. She eyed Sully. “You too.”
“Thank you,” Sully said. They filled plates and came and sat with us.
“We apologise for our meeting being late. Unfortunately, we were dealing with Mr Coleman’s tragic death,” Monroe stated.
Shit. Amy hadn’t been told about him yet.
“Mr Coleman?” Amy asked, looking confused.
“Yeah. The guy whose pregnant wife died,” Sully said, and I booted him hard as Amy paled.
Sully glared at me and glanced at Amy as I switched my eyes to her. The fuckin’ idiot realised what he’d done and winced. “Sorry, Miss Wright. It’s been all over the news. I thought you’d have heard.”
“No, I’ve not watched TV today or checked my cell. How did he die? Was it from the accident?” Amy whispered.
“We can’t discuss Mr Coleman’s death, but it wasn’t from the crash,” Monroe reassured Amy.
Fuck, I read between the lines, as did Drew. He yanked his phone out and sent a text. Two cents, he was messaging Inglorious to tap Willow.
“Oh no, that poor man’s family,” Amy murmured. I reached out and grasped her hand, and she gripped tightly back.
“What happened last night?” Monroe questioned.
Amy began describing the events of the previous evening. When she mentioned the wreath, Sully sat up, and I took note. That meant something to them.
“You didn’t see anyone?” he asked.
“No. I hid in the bedroom like a wimp,” Amy replied.
“Not at all. You did the wisest thing. The locals have the wreath?” Sully inquired.
“Yes. They said it was evidence. Someone’s clearly made a mistake. They obviously thought that it was me and not Natasha,” Amy’s voice hitched, “who died.”
“Yeah, probably a case of mistaken identity,” Monroe agreed.
No, it damn well wasn’t. The Feds were hiding something, and by the expression on Drew’s face, he believed the same.
“Will you be staying here or going home?” Sully inquired.
“Home,” Amy said.
“Does Amy need to stay here?” I demanded.
“No, we don’t think so. Although it’s worrying someone tried breaking in, it could be because they thought Miss Wright—”
“Amy,” she interrupted.
“—Amy had died. However, it wouldn’t hurt to get cameras in place,” Monroe finished smoothly.
“Yeah,” I muttered. No fuckin’ way was Amy staying in that apartment alone. The two Feds were acting seriously off. That wreath had alerted them to something. Worried about Amy and not wanting to scare her, I just nodded when the agents stood up. Drew and I exchanged glances. Something wasn’t right about Nathan Coleman’s death. Hopefully, Inglorious would get an answer.
Amy
As expected, my dad freaked out and insisted I come home. Instead, I headed back to the apartment. The only reason Papa wasn’t hauling me off was that Vortex had stated he was going to stay the night. That led to a whole new conversation, during which Vortex leaned back in my armchair and smirked.
