“They’re definitely going to want to talk to you,” Fink said knowingly.
She hadn’t thought about that—Mitchell’s murder on the same day she quit.She supposed that didn’t look good.Pursing her lips, she brought her glass to them as she considered what to do.
The police had never interrogated her before.As an adult, her experience with them was limited to a few traffic stops here and there.Nothing to get excited about.
Her youth, on the other hand, was a different story.However, she’d never been in an interrogation room before.This was her first murder, after all.
Shifting her focus toward him, she decided the best course of action was to consult the expert.
“What should I say?”she asked.
After he flipped the eggs, he sighed.“Not much.Especially when they first come knocking.Stick to mostly truths.Tell them about why you quit and why you chose last night.”
She nodded and bit into another piece of bacon.
“Obviously, I’d appreciate if you didn’t mention me.”He turned and grinned.
Butterflies fluttered in her chest.Like a goofy teenager with a crush, she smiled right back.
“Keep it short and sweet,” he said as he poked at the food with the spatula.“And if the conversation goes too long, ask if you should call an attorney.”
A lawyer?Shit.This got complicated.She’d just quit her job.While she had some money squirreled away, she wasn’t sure it was enough to cover life and an attorney.She hadn’t considered cops and court and all that.Then again, murdering her boss hadn’t been on her agenda either.Damn.She wasn’t prepared for any of what she’d gotten herself into by giving in to her intrusive thoughts.
“If you stick to the basics, they should clear you quickly,” he assured.
Oh!He gave her an opening.She needed to pounce on it.
“Then what?”
Never in all her dating experience had she had the “where is this going” conversation with a guy twenty-four hours into meeting him, but here she was, doing it with Fink.She had lost her damn mind, but truly, they murdered together.All the rules were out the window.
He lifted a shoulder in a single shrug before he plated the fluffiest omelet she had ever seen.Well, aside from her own.“Go on with your life.I guess.”
Her heart pinched.She shouldn’t be worried about her relationship with Fink, but she had to ask.In the short time she’d gotten to know him, despite what little he had shared, she had grown fond of him.Who wouldn’t?The guy cooked and cleaned.
“Will you leave?”she pressed.
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AsFinksatatthe table, her words thrummed the strings of his heart.He couldn’t meet her eyes.He’d crumple and give in—to what?Whatever she wanted.
Which was the worst idea in the history of thoughts.He had to be strong.They had to part ways, and soon.It was what was best for both of them.
Keeping his attention on his plate, he settled into his chair.
Her question echoed in his brain.Would he leave?
He should.
AJ would expect him to.There was no logical reason to stay.
Did he want to?
He reached for the glass in front of him.Orange juice wasn’t really his preference, but she’d poured it, and the obligation hung over him.Besides, he had to bide some time and sort out how he should answer the question.
Fink was a lot of things.Calculated.Conniving.Cruel at times, but he didn’t lie.Sure, he omitted details occasionally, and evaded, but he never blatantly told falsehoods.He prided himself on that.This was something he didn’t want to start doing with Sydney.
