Neither of them said anything.
My breathing grew ragged. Ice crawled through my chest, and my fist slammed against the metal so hard the photographs jumped.
“Where the fuck is Booda?”
The sound echoed through the interrogation room, and the officer near the door straightened immediately.
Vega still didn’t answer.
“I’m talking to you!” I shouted as I jumped out of my seat.
“Ms. Holiday,” Vega said carefully, “That’s impossible.”
Everything inside me stopped. Impossible?
“No.” The word came out instantly.
Mercer opened a folder, one that hadn’t been here before.
“No,” I repeated louder, shaking my head. “No, that’s bullshit.”
Photographs slid across the table, and my legs buckled.
Booda.
Blood covered his chest.
Another photo.
His body lying on a table.
His face. Blown off.
My ears started ringing.
“No,” I whispered again, the room blurring around me as I stared at the photographs.
That wasn’t possible.
I had talked to him.
Touched him.
Slept beside him.
“No,” I choked out again, tears finally spilling over. “No, he was with me. He was just with me.”
“No, Ms. Holiday. He wasn’t. Booda has been dead for over two years.”
CHAPTER 20
October 14th
11:42 P.M.
The Night Everything Happened…
“That bitch wanna be you.”
