Page 95 of Healed Heart
“Blake Haywood,” I say.“Call him, and I’ll see what I can do.”
“Of course.I’ll do it right now.But we do need you to come in.There have been some developments in your case.”
“What developments?”
“We’d prefer you to come in to discuss them,” she says.
For Christ’s sake.“Fine.Call my lawyer.When I hear from him, we’ll come in.”
“Very well.I’ll be in touch, Dr.Lansing.”
I toss the phone—more harshly than I mean to—onto the floor.
New developments?What the fuck does that mean?Did Ralph Normandy finally come to his senses and decide to drop the charges?
Fuck.
If that were the case, she would have just said so.
A moment later, the phone rings again.This number I recognize.My attorney.
“Blake?”I say into the phone.
“Yeah, hi, Jason.Are you available right now?”
“Like this very minute?”
“Yeah, Detective Mann just called.Said she talked to you first.”
“She did.”
“Yeah, and I gave her holy living hell for that.She won’t make that mistake again.”
“So what’s up with this new development?”
“She wouldn’t go into any detail on the phone.”He sighs.“So we need to go in.”
“They just hold all the cards,” I say.
“No, they don’t.But we have to play by their rules for now.Show them that you’re cooperative.That will help you in the long run.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
“You okay?”
“What the fuck do you think?”I can’t keep the sarcasm out of my voice.
“I get it.But I’m here for you, and we’re going to get you out of this.”
“Is that a promise?”
“No attorney can make that promise, but I’m the best.The Steels wouldn’t work with my firm if we weren’t the best.”
“Fine, when do we go?”
“Let’s meet at the station in an hour.”
“All right.See you then.”I end the call, my mind racing.I need a shower to clear my head and clean my body of the lingering terror from the nightmare.
