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I stopped where I was but didn’t turn around. I was afraid to hope she was talking about me.

“What is it, Ms. Tiller?” the sheriff asked.

“Call me Daisy,” she said in that croaky voice that sounded so unlike her. She’d damaged her vocal cords she’d screamed so much. “I want Jack to stay.”

I whipped my head around, eyes darting to hers. She was looking at me intently, and I wondered if she just wanted to seemy face when she told the police what I was. I hadn’t thought she was like that, but I wouldn’t blame her after everything she’d been through.

“You want Mr. Lancaster here for your questioning?”

She nodded.

“Alright, then.” The sheriff looked at me with curious eyes. “Daisy, what made you run from Mr. Lancaster’s house?”

I looked away, ashamed.

“We had a fight,” she said, and I looked back at her quickly, a frown of confusion on my face.

“A fight.” The sheriff’s tone said it all. He didn’t quite believe her.

“Yes. It was stupid, but I ran out, planning to go to my… previous residence.”

“You lived with roommates at the house Carmen Salazar owns in the same neighborhood, correct?”

“Right.” She took a deep breath. “I was angry because he patterned a video game character after me without telling me first. It all seems really stupid now.” She was talking to the sheriff but staring at me. “I never should have run off in the dark like that. Especially knowing I have a stalker. That was,” she shook her head, “not smart.”

“You couldn’t have known Ivan was going to show up in that van,” the sheriff soothed. “He’d followed you around off and on for weeks waiting for the perfect time to take you.”

“Right.” She shuddered. That information clearly didn’t make her feel better.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

Was she for real? Was she really not going to turn me in for being a stalker, too?

The sheriff glanced at me before turning back to Daisy. “So, there’s nothing else you need to tell me about Mr. Lancaster?”

She shook her head. “What would I have to tell you?”

“Nothing… it’s just I remembered seeing small video cameras in and around your condo when I was there to discuss your stalker. When I went back to check on them, they were gone. Do you know anything about those cameras, Ms. Tiller?”

Fuck. Sheriff Richards was a little sharper than I’d given him credit for.

There was a sharp knock on the door, startling me. I moved back, surprised when Carmen and Enzo Salazar entered the hospital room.

“Tate,” Enzo said, giving the sheriff a chin nod.

“Mr. Lancaster and Ms. Tiller are my clients,” Carmen said. “Daisy, you don’t have to answer any more questions.”

“But I don’t mind.” She looked perplexed. “Why would I need a lawyer?” she whispered to Carmen.

Carmen pasted a fake smile on her face and ignored her. She turned to the sheriff. “Tate, I believe I heard you ask about the video cameras placed in and around Ms. Tiller’s condo?”

“Well… yeah.” Tate Richards looked taken aback. And suspicious as hell.

“Those were placed by the Salazar Enterprises once we were made aware of Ms. Tiller’s stalker. They were for her protection.”

“Seems far-fetched,” Tate Richards looked at me cooly. He knew there was more to the story.

“There’s a lot that’s far-fetched around West Bay, Sheriff Richards,” Enzo said. “It’s far-fetched, for instance, that an officer of the law would condone some of the things that happen at certain private clubs in town. It’s equally far-fetched that a sheriff, such as yourself, would have the financial means to join any of the members-only Salazar clubs. And yet… correct me if I’m wrong, but don’t I see your face often in both Cayenne and the VIP rooms at Sugar?”