Cash shook his head and stood, pulling his sister into a big embrace. “Thanks for coming down, Squirt.”
“Hey, who are you calling squirt? I’m older than you are.”
“Not calling you Squirt because of your age, short stuff.”
24
Greer and Hack left, and the three of them sat there for a moment in silence with Cash studying the images that Greer had drawn. One of the man with the body. One of Vextar. Sort of. She could tell from Monroe’s reaction that it didn’t really look like him.
Ralen and Dotty walked in. Dotty glanced around. “Is there any coffee? I need coffee or my brain is going to wither away.”
Addie jumped up to make her one, knowing the way her sister liked it.
“I’d like to speak to Monroe next.”
Addie turned from the coffee pot as the man she guessed was the police detective stepped into the room. He was a good-looking guy with dark hair and a five o’clock shadow.
Addie looked over at Monroe, who appeared rather worried as she stared at him.
Cash nodded at the police detective and she noticed he’d turned the image that Greer had drawn of the man with the body over. “Jackson. Been downgraded to burglary, have you?”
“Cash Savage and Ralen Garcia. I didn’t know the two of you were here. What are you up to nowadays?”
“Nothing we’d tell you about,” Ralen told him with a wide grin and a wink. “You’ll just have to hope you find out one day.”
Cash snorted and moved over to where she was leaning against the counter. He leaned against it next to her, crossing his arms over his chest.
“You okay, Stowaway?”
She nodded.
“Stowaway?” the police detective asked, not really missing a beat. “Oh, because she hid in the back of your pickup after getting scared during a bar brawl.”
They’d decided not to mention Addie seeing the man with the dead body. She wasn’t entirely sure why. Part of her wondered if people still thought she’d made it up, and they were trying to protect her.
Though Ink had told her it was because he didn’t want the cops interrogating her about what she’d seen, that it might put her in danger. But even though they had no proof it had happened, they also didn’t have proof that it hadn’t happened.
“I’ll interview you after Monroe,” the detective said to Addie.
What?
They wanted to interview her? Why? She knew nothing. She understood why they’d want to talk to Monroe, but why did they need to talk to her?
“Why do you want to talk to Addie?” Dotty asked.
“It’s best if I talk to everyone,” the detective said.
Dotty narrowed her gaze and started tapping her foot. Uh-oh, things weren’t going to go well now.
Butch stepped into the room and moved across it to grab some coffee for himself. He eyed Dotty, then the detective. “Everything okay?”
“I’m just trying to do my job,” Detective Jackson said. “You don’t need to all look at me like I’ve committed some crime.”
“Addie doesn’t know anything more than I do,” Dotty said. “You already interviewed me. You can ask Monroe about her husband.”
“Soon to be ex-husband,” Monroe said, as she played around on her phone, seemingly not paying that much attention to what they were talking about. “What the heck are all my social media passwords?”
“And we don’t have anything more to add,” Ralen told him. “So no need to talk to us either.”
