“In hindsight, that might’ve been wise. But you offered pie and—”
“Jesus Christ, Ulysses.” I wanted to throw a pillow at him. I wanted to throttle him.
I did neither.
He held up his hand. “He’s at the detachment.”
I blinked. “He’s at the police station?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.” I frowned. “Why didn’t he just call and tell me that? What’s with the secrecy and, for that matter, how do you know about it?”
“Well…I have a source I can’t reveal.”
I started to launch myself off the couch.
He held up his hands—clearly in self-defense. “I can’t, Finn. But I thought you’d want to know. I needed to know what you knew before I said anything. Hell, you might’ve been aware and didn’t care—”
“Ulysses.” I ground out his name with a clenched jaw.
“Right. He was arrested last night.”
“What?”
“He was pulled over for erratic driving. The cop figured Giancarlo was high.”
“What cop? How did he know? Or she? Was it a she?”
“Constable Seth Jacobs. Giancarlo was all over the road and Seth needed to pull him over. They ran a drug test at the detachment and the result was positive. Giancarlo's facing a driving-while-impaired charge.”
My world bottomed out, and my stomach plummeted. “Giancarlo’s not an addict. Hell, he isn’t even a user. That’s…just wrong. All wrong. You must be mistaken.”
Ulysses shook his head. “Confirmed. Charges are going to be laid tomorrow. I, uh—” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I was waiting to see if you were going to say something. Whether you knew or not. Because I probably shouldn’t be telling you—”
“Will I be able to work backward to figure outwho told you?”
He nodded.
“Right.” I blew out a long breath. “I won’t say anything. I promise. I appreciate you coming here to tell me. I just…how is he using and I didn’t know?”
“Because he didn’t want you to see? Or maybe this was the first time?”
“You don’t believe that.” I eyed him.
“Not for a second. The odds of being caught DUI your very first time using are pretty slim. Cops can’t be everywhere all at once.”
I slid back into my comfortable seat. “I don’t understand.”
“About addiction or your friend in particular?”
“All of it. Fucking drugs. He’s going to lose his job.”
“Yeah, which sucks—but do you really want someone using drugs while on the job?”
“He probably never used while working.”
Ulysses arched his eyebrow.
