“Dr.Reeves, I think that’s enough for—”
Now, Darnell cut in.
“Tell us about your father, Ivy. Earlier you said that anyone in the math department could have set up these games or challenges or whatever they are. Your father could have done them, right?”
Captain Daniels tensed, but he didn’t interrupt.
“No.”
“No? But he’s a professor, isn’t he? Like you?”
“My father can’t speak.” Ivy’s lips were so tight that she could barely get the words out.
“But he was a prof, right?”
Captain Daniels finally spoke up.
“That’s enough, Detective Sacker.”
“What? I’m just trying to figure out if—”
“I said that’s enough.”
Darnell clammed up.
“Dr.Reeves, thank you for coming in. We’re going to need to do a follow-up interview with you at some point. Please don’t leave the state.”
Ivy stood, walked out of the room.
Vaughn was waiting, looked apologetic.
“Ivy—”
“No. Not now.”
She walked right by him, tried to find her way out of the dungeon.
Why the fuck were they asking about Eugene? They think he did this? Impossible.
“Ivy?”
It was Abs.
She saw the look on Ivy’s face. Hugged her again.
“How did yours go?” Ivy asked, only so that Abs didn’t pose the same question to her.
“Fine. Some cute cop. Young. Delaney? Think he said his name was Delaney.” She shook her head. “Doesn’t matter. C’mon, let’s get that wine.”
They drove in silence back to Fine Hall. Stopped right next to Ivy’s car.
“Ivy, you should give that therapist a call. Set something up. All those bodies...Jesus.” Abs shuddered.
A suggestion veiled as a question.
After the fire, after her mom had left, Abby had put Ivy in touch with her therapist. Ivy wasn’t a fan of therapy in general, but she had humored her friend. Actually didn’t mind speaking to the dark-haired woman. Liked the fact that the therapist was bound by law never to repeat what she’d said. And Ivy had spilled everything.
Almosteverything.
