Sydney had to remember that in the eyes of the law, and the prosecutor, she was innocent.She had done nothing wrong.She wasn’t a person of interest.They thought of her as a witness to Mitchell’s character.Nothing more and probably less.
Then why was he there?
“I heard you spoke with Sam Milford’s office,” he said as he got closer.
Instinct told her to step back—to put distance between them.
She didn’t.Defiantly, she stood her ground.
“I did,” she admitted.“Are there more questions?”
He grinned, but it didn’t seem genuine.Something was off.Her hackles were standing on end.This wasn’t good, but she had to play it cool.Remember she did nothing wrong.
“Just one.”
If this were a movie, ominous music would be playing.Her heart rattled in her chest, but she maintained calm breathing.
They didn’t suspect her.
She was free and clear.
“Why do you think a pregnant woman, who recently celebrated four years of sobriety, would suddenly relapse to the point of overdosing?”
“I have no idea.”What was he talking about?Why was he asking her?She hadn’t used a substance in ages, not since she was a kid.Sydney didn’t even drink all that often.
The detective nodded.“So, you don’t know how Chloe Grant got a hold of cocaine laced with fentanyl?”
Fink.That was what he’d done.Or, more accurately,whohe’d done.
Her mouth fell slack as she widened her eyes.She had to act surprised.If she hadn’t figured out Fink was responsible, she would’ve been shocked.“What?”
He snorted.“You weren’t familiar with her history?”
She furrowed her brows.What was he getting at?“Why would I be?I worked for Mitchell, not his wife.”
“Pregnant, sober wife.”
Anger prickled her senses.She was cleared.They were looking at someone else.Why the hell was he even speaking to her?
“You had a lot of information about how Mr.Grant acquired his.I thought maybe you would know how his wife got it.”
Indignant, she lifted her chin.“I don’t.”
Purposely, she stepped around him, getting close but not enough to bump him as she went to the driver’s side of her car.
She didn’t miss how he lifted his brows at her gesture.
This detective was dangerous.She had to leave.No more answering questions.He’d surprised her out in the open.If she kept talking, she would say the wrong thing.
What were her rights again?She had to be quiet.He couldn’t make her incriminate herself.What had the lawyer told her?To shut the fuck up.She could do that.
Apparently, he’d become suspicious.She shouldn’t give him anything else to think about.
“I have to get going,” she said, wearing a charming smile.“But I’ll gladly chat with you about Mrs.Grant another time.”She frowned, dipped her chin, and shook her head slightly.“Such a shame.”
“Yeah,” he said, but she could tell he wasn’t all that convinced she meant her sentiment.
Detective Morris just became a liability.He threatened her future with Fink.There was a genuine possibility that she could be happy, and this guy, this asshole, could take it away from her.She couldn’t let that happen.
