He twisted his hands up.“How’s your boss going to react to Rusty coming in and accusing you of killing his cousins?”
My eyes slid to the side.
“Yeah, I didn’t think so.Hate to ask you to do it, but if you got a vacation day, it’d be good to take one.Between the shit Rusty’s spewing, and you having an obvious wound, your boss is going be suspicious and someone will call the cops.”
“Great,” I whispered.A thought struck me and I held up a finger.“I have an idea.”
His eyebrows shot up.“Ivy—”
“No, really, hear me out.What if I go to the cops myself?”
He opened his mouth, but I put a finger to his lips.
“The less my boss knows, the better off I’ll be.Plus, this way she isn’t going to wonder why I might know something about a missing person—”
“People,” he corrected.
“Right, but it’ll keep my boss out of this, and maybe let us both get back to normal.”
After a long moment, he nodded.“I heard what you said.”
There was a difference between hearing me and listening to me, but I wasn’t going to point that out since I wasn’t sure where Ryan fell on that spectrum.
“Okay,” I muttered.
“Have you ever been questioned by a police officer?”
I grimaced.“No.”
“Are you good with answering the same question over and over and over, especially when there’s little to no variation in how it gets asked?”
I gave a small shrug.“My answers won’t change.”
He aimed a lopsided smile at me.“You think that.The problem is the cop is going to be watching your body language, and what your eyes do when it’s the fourth time he asks that question.”He gave me another squeeze.“And no matter what, you’re probably going to givesomethingaway.”
I narrowed my eyes.“How would you know?Is that more info from your mom being a public defender?”
His head went to the side.“A little bit.More of it’s from Dad and his Riot brothers.There’s nothing like getting grilled by them, and they aren’t even former cops.It’s that they’ve sat through questionings with cops.”
“But there ought to be something we can do to take control of this situation.”
He stared into my eyes for a beat.“If you really want to go this route, I’ll call Volt, see if we can get the club lawyer to go with you.”
“Why would I need a lawyer?”
“Better to have someone there andnotneed them, than to not have them when youneedthem, babe.”
“That makes sense,” I murmured.
“How’d you get that black eye?”he asked, and from his tone of voice, I knew it was his attempt at a test run.
“I was in the wrong place at the wrong time,” I said.
“That’s a bad start already, Ivy.”
“Well, I didn’t want to say I walked into a door.That’s ridiculous.”
“Yeah, but cops are accustomed to women saying they walked into a door.You’re too much of a good girl to go to the cops, honey.You’re gonna be so tempted to admit that Boyd or Campbell hit you… That’s going to throw into question why you wouldn’t report it when it happened.”
