Page 276 of Satan's Spawn
“I know you guys aren’t stupid enough to question my client without me being present.” He pulls the chair I slid back closer, and drops into the one next to me, game face on.
I’m impressed by his wits, so much I’d clap the fucker on the back if I could.
“We were just having a little friendly conversation.” Bad cop leans back, shrugging a hefty shoulder.
Slamming his briefcase on the table, Micah drags out a breath. “I need a moment with my client.”
Both cops push off the table to stand.
“We’ll be right outside,” the less dickish one says before they disappear behind the door.
Micah waits for the sound of the door closing to speak.
“Did you say anything to them?”
“Fuck no.”
“Did they offer you anything to drink or eat?” He writes something on his paper.
“Yeah, Wendy’s.”
He freezes mid script. “You ate it?”
I roll my eyes. “Do I look like an idiot?”
Micah turns to face me, his expression hard. “You gotta be open and honest with me, Shaw.” He lifts his chin up to loosen his tie. “Is there anything I need to know?”
“Want me to tell you if I did it?”
“Fuck no,” he responds immediately.
My ass is going numb so I try getting comfortable in the seat. “So what do you wanna know?”
“If there’s any skeletons in that closet of yours waiting to jump out.” He swipes a couple newspapers off a bench next to him, gesturing for me to lift my ass. So, I do, and he places them underneath it as a makeshift cushion.
“I don’t want any fucking surprises. So if there’s something I need to know about this Felix guy, about your history with him, even your girlfriend’s, tell me right now.”
I give him a quizzical look.
“Are you not aware of who my brother is?”
With a point proven I tilt my head, then go back to the conversation. “What did Archer tell you?”
“Assume nothing.”
Annoyed by the swift responses, I grind my molars.
“He had a thing for her.”
“Andddd…” Micah circles his hand.
“What the hell else do you want me to say? He had a thing for her and I shut that shit down.”
No way I’m telling anyone what he did to Rebecca, not even if my silence lands me in prison.
If the police know, she becomes a statistic, then Felix wins. Which becomes a problem for me because there’s no way to fucking kill him when he’s already dead.
“And how did you do that?” Micah questions sarcastically, which pisses me off even more, and has my gaze slicing to him like a knife.
