Chapter 21
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Sitting on the wrongside of the interrogation table with his hands cuffed in front of him, Derek glared up at his brother.
“What, and I mean this with the utmost sincerity, the fuck?”
“I didn’t know.” Eric stood across from him, looking a little sympathetic and a whole lot pissed off.
“About Porter’s death or that they were going to arrest me for it?”
“Either.” Eric ran a hand over the dark scruff covering his jaw. “Cap called me into his office to ask me some bullshit questions about another case I’ve been working on. I knew something was up, so I called him out on it. He finally told me about Porter and that York was on her way to pick you up.”
Derek bit the inside of his cheek and shook his head. “That’s fucked up. I thought you and Cap got along.”
“We do.” Eric sat in one of the seats across from him. “That’s the problem. He was protecting me. Said he was worried I’d blow my career by tipping you off.”
“Would you have?”
Eric narrowed his eyes. “What the fuck do you think? Of course, I would’ve.”
Derek smiled. He and Eric had always had a special bond that was more important than any job.
“Glad Cap was lookin’ out for you. Wouldn’t want you jeopardizing your career over nothin’.”
A set of dark brows shot up. “Nothing?York is gunning for you. She’s looking at you for the fire and Porter’s murder.”
“She can look all she wants. She won’t find anything because there’s nothing to find. I didn’t do any of that shit.”
Flattening his lips into a thin line, Eric shook his head. “What the fuck were you doing at his apartment last night?”
No point in denying it. “I went there to talk. That’s all. But he wasn’t there.”
“You never talked to him?”
“No.” Derek looked at his brother pointedly. “When I got there, the place was ransacked. There was blood and evidence of a struggle, but Porter wasn’t there.”
“What did you do then?”
“What the hell do you think I did? I got the fuck out of there and flew back home.”
“They’ve got you on camera, D. They—”
“That’s enough, West. You can leave. I’ll take it from here.”
Both men looked up to see Detective York entering the room. Her eyes honed in on Eric’s, and it was clear she was not happy to see him in here.
“Actually...” Eric stared back at her. “If you don’t mind, I think I’d like to stay.”
York smirked. “I do mind.”
Eric gave him a look before standing. With his face close to hers, he told her, “I was just being polite. I’m not asking permission.”
“My case, my suspect.”
