Page 19 of His Prize

“With pleasure. I got a drink, I met up with Israel, then I decided to go home. After that, it gets fuzzy.”

“Do you remember bits and pieces?”

I shook my head slowly. “I remember Gary telling me to get down.”

“Who’s Gary?”

“My driver. I do remember him yelling at me to get down. But, after that, it’s darkness. I mean, until I woke up a few minutes ago.”

“Miss Moretti, do you have any idea who might want to harm you in any way?”

I scoffed. “Is that a legitimate question?”

“It is, yes.”

I rolled my eyes. “My uncle is currently on trial, and he’s angry at everyone around him right now.”

“Rumor on the streets say you’ve taken over the Moretti family. Maybe he’s not happy about that?”

I shrugged. “Not sure what rumors you’ve been listening to, but they aren’t true. They haven’t been my family for a while now.”

“Care to expound on why?”

“Not particularly. It’s not necessary for this case.”

“It sounds necessary.”

I shrugged. “I don’t know what else to tell you. My uncle has never liked the fact that he had to take me in after my parents died. And now that he’s being tried for murdering them, he probably thinks I’m the one behind the case. So, he’s trying to kill me before someone uncovers what really happened to my family the night they died.”

Israel jumped in, “Officers involved with his case have a recording of him admitting that he wanted Bonnie killed that night as well. My gut is telling me he’s trying to finish the job he didn’t complete.”

The officer nodded slowly. “You say this is on recording?”

Israel nodded. “It is. I can get you the number of the officer and lawyer handling the case on my behalf.”

The officer paused. “Your behalf?”

“Right.”

“Not her behalf?”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever information you need about the accident from that night as it pertains to what’s going on now can be offered to you by that lawyer and the officer working that case. Do you have any other questions regarding last night?”

The officer looked over at Ash. “What do you remember about it?”

Ash shrugged. “Wasn’t there last night. I didn’t get here until around two in the morning.”

The officer looked at Israel. “I take it you didn’t see much, either?”

Israel shook his head. “I didn’t see Bonnie after we went our separate ways at the bar.”

The officer looked down his nose. “The original report states you were the one who pulled the driver and Miss Moretti from the wreckage. Care to alter your statement at all?”

“Not without a lawyer present, no.”

The officer scoffed. “Right. Well. Thank you for answering my questions. I’ll be in touch.”

And as the officer started walking out of the room, I snapped my fingers. “Sir?” I asked.

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