Page 81 of Unspoken Confessions
Austin. I said his name in my head and sent him a silent thanks knowing he would have called Reed immediately.
“Reed, it’s fine,” I told him.
“No,” he snapped. “I mean it, Jameson. Keep your mouth shut.”
“I refuse a lawyer,” I said looking at the officer that had brought me in.
Reed looked at me with understanding eyes even if he wasn’t happy about it.
“Jameson,” he said with a shake of his head like I didn’t get something. “You’re family. I’m going to take care of this but you have to listen to me.”
“Fine,” I huffed out.
It wasn’t but a few minutes later that someone else was poked their head in the room, telling the officer that he had a call and it was best he took it. He didn’t seem to happy about having to leave, but he did. When he came back in, his face was flushed red and he refused to look at me or Reed.
“You’re free to go. Sorry for the inconvenience,” he mumbled and held the door open for us to leave.
I glanced at Reed out of the corner of my eye and the hint of a smug smile that pulled at the corner of his mouth told me everything I needed to know.
“Pulled some strings?” I asked knowing full well that he had.
“There’s a reason I partnered up with Ford,” he shot back with a smirk. I bet there wasn’t even a lawyer on the way. He’d only been using it as a stall tactic until his FBI buddy came through.
The relief of being released washed away quickly.
“I need to get to the hospital,” I said as we left the police station.
Reed nodded and hopped inside the driver’s seat of his SUV looking ready to go.
“You okay?” Reed asked once we were headed in the right direction and that was when I realized I was shaking.
I took in a deep breath, held it in, and then released it. I couldn’t fall apart now.
I felt like I’d failed. How the fuck had she gotten to us? I couldn’t put it together.
“I need to know how the fuck she found us,” I growled, completely ignoring his question because, no, I wasn’t okay and I sure as fuck wouldn’t get anywhere admitting that right now. “How the fuck did she know we were there?”
“The SUV is probably totaled,” he told me, voice calm. “I’m having it towed back to the house. I’ll get Remy to look it over. Maybe GPS tracker?”
“But we would have known if she came onto the property. For fuck’s sake, he doesn’t go anywhere. Not even out jogging since those photos were taken. So how could she get close?”
Reed must have sensed I was about to lose it because he remained quiet for a long time.
It wasn’t like answering any of those questions would matter now. It had happened, it was over, and she was dead.
I needed something to focus on other than the fact that this had fucking happened.
“Hey,” Reed said after he’d parked his SUV in the small lot of the hospital.
“I can’t right now, Reed. I fucking can’t. I need to check on Nick. I need to know that he’s okay. And I need a fucking miracle because he can’t lose Jen.”
“Oh,” Reed breathed out like he’d just figured out the world’s biggest secret. “So there was something to those pictures.”
While he wasn’t wrong, he wasn’t exactly right either. But I didn’t stop to correct him on the fact that those pictures were mostly innocent. I was sure I’d have to deal with it at some point, but there was other shit that was more important.
At the hospital, we followed Austin’s directions to get to Nick’s room. No one stopped us, but luckily, Austin was there guarding the door, looking ready to fend off any one unwanted.
I walked in the door and Nick was sitting up on the bed. His eyes were closed and he was rubbing a spot on his head. I reached over and instantly turned the lights a little lower. That caught his attention and his lids popped open, panic flashing inside his eyes. The moment he saw it was me, he visibly relaxed.
