“Ten minutes,” Daniels said, then walked off.
“Sorry about that,” Vaughn said quietly. “He’s a hard-ass.”
“I know. I—”
There was a commotion behind them, and they both turned.
Abby had arrived. She’d parked at the end of the dirt road and was trying to get to them, but some dickhead cop was giving her trouble.
“Hey!” Vaughn shouted, realizing who Abby was. “Let her through.”
The cop did, and Ivy met her halfway. Got the embrace she so desperately needed.
“You look like shit,” Abby whispered in her ear. “Smell like shit, too.”
“I feel like shit. Abs, they want us to give a statement.”
Abby scrunched her nose as they disengaged.
“About what?”
“The kid at the bar.”
A far-off look. CSU had thankfully covered the body, but Ivy had already told Abby that Dr.Moorehead was dead.
“That asshole?Hedid this?”
“Sort of.”
“Fucking hell.” Sigh. “Okay, let’s go, then.”
Ivy gave Vaughn a wistful look, to which he responded with a nod.
When they were alone in the car, Ivy said, “Abs, this is about Zeke. That’s it.”
Abby sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. Let it out with an audiblepop.
“I’ll just tell them what I saw. Nothing about—”
“No,” Ivy cut her off. “Just about the kid at the bar.”
“Got it. Let’s go, bitch. Let’s get this over with. Then we’re heading back to my house for wine. Copious amounts of wine. Holy fuck, I can’t believe this is happening.”?
Ivy couldn’t either.
?Chapter 65
Ivy was nervous.Would have been even more nervous if exhaustion didn’t have a near monopoly on her emotions.
It didn’t help that she felt like a suspect. For starters, Vaughn, who was waiting for both her and Abby at the station, led them through some back way. Explained that they were trying to keep them away from Devon Godfrey and his lawyer goons. And now she found herself in a dingy room that reeked of cigarettes and coffee. No offer of either.
Two big men—Darnell and Daniels—were seated across from her. They read her her rights and Ivy declined legal representation. She got the impression that the captain wanted this over with as quickly as possible. Suited Ivy just fine.
At least they were aligned on that.
“Dr.Reeves, tell us about Zeke Godfrey.”
Ivy did. Ran through everything. The cheating, the bar, the threats in the hallway.
