Vrr.Vrr.
Against her better judgment, she tapped the screen and brought it to her ear.“Hello?”
“Good morning, my name is Sandra Wexler, and I’m calling from the Hennepin County Attorney’s office,” a woman said on the other line.
Sydney stepped back, her ass bumping against the counter.The towel in her hand dropped to the floor as her heart leaped into her throat.
Where was Fink?
Scanning the kitchen, she desperately sought him, knowing full well he wasn’t there.
“We’re looking to speak with a Miss Sydney Cassidy.Is she available?”
“Uh.”What was she supposed to say?Do?“Sp-sp-speaking.”
Fink hadn’t said what to do ifa lawyercalled.He only told her how to handle the detectives.That was forever ago.They’d been living in bliss.Hell, she’d all but forgotten about Mitchell.
Not entirely.It was how she’d met Fink and all.
“Wonderful.We’re hoping we can schedule a day for you to come in and speak with one of our prosecutors.His name is Samuel Milford.”
Holy shit!
Sydney gripped the counter, hoping her legs wouldn’t give out beneath her.She thought this was behind her.
“Um.”What was she supposed to do?
“How does next week work for you?Do you have Wednesday free?”
Stall.“I’m not sure.”She had to bide her time so she could find Fink and ask him what she was supposed to do.Summoning all her courage, she darted from the kitchen and out the front door.
“Would Thursday be better?”
“What is this regarding?”she asked, trotting down the steps.She scanned the trees and crunched over the leaves barefoot, desperate to find her murder buddy.
“The murder of Mitchell Grant.”
She fought the urge to claim she hadn’t done it.Fink had told her to stick to the truth when speaking to the police.She was pretty sure that would hold true for talking to prosecutors.And their secretaries too.
Where the hell was Fink?
“I—uh.”What was she supposed to say?
“Are you alright?”the woman asked, obviously picking up on Sydney’s heavy breathing as she trudged through the woods.
“Yes,” she lied.“Just walking the dog.You caught me off guard.”
“Is this a bad time?”
Wait!There was something he’d told her.Immediately, she halted her steps, held her head high, and rolled her shoulders back.“I should discuss this with my lawyer.”
Not that she had one, but she’d figure that out later.For now, she needed to stall to find and talk to Fink.
“Absolutely,” the woman agreed surprisingly.“Do you have someone representing you?I can call them instead.”
“Um.”Goddammit.This woman was good.“Let me get back to you,” she suggested.“Is this number good?”Sydney read the number on the screen to the woman.
She agreed it was correct and then cordially ended the conversation.
