Page 11 of These White Lies
“Prove it?” His question startles me. “I mean, I don’t have pictures, but my client might remember.”
“Or the restaurant might have caught you leaving on their cameras,” Luke points out.
Brady hums a sound of agreement. “Did you park yourself or valet?”
“Valet.”
“That’s good. They’ll remember you.”
“They might not.”
He cracks another smile. “Yeah. They will. You’re a beautiful woman.”
I’m pretty sure my mouth is hanging open again.
“The police know I didn’t kill him.” I shove away my surprise at Brady’s words, refocusing on Luke, who is now staring hard at Brady. “You said that’s why they let me take a few of my things and leave last night.”
Luke shook his head. “I told you the detective agreed the scene looked staged, and he had been dead longer than you would have been home. That doesn’t mean you are completely out of the woods. They could claim you had an accomplice. The note is another problem.” He and Brady exchange a look, an unspoken conversation passing between them.
“Hello? I’m still in the room.”
Luke gives me an apologetic smile. “Sorry. You’re right in that I don’t think it’slikelyyou’ll be charged, but we need to be prepared.”
“Fine.” I stifle most of my groan, but his dancing eyes make me suspect Brady heard.
“How long did you stand there before you called 911?” he asks.
I bite the inside of my cheek. I don’t want to answer. It’s humiliating.
Silence.
His eyes narrow on mine. “If you lie to us or withhold information, this isn’t going to work.”
I think I might hate him.
“I threw up, okay? I got sick, and then I called.” I lift my gaze and look Brady straight in the eye. “Is that going to be a problem, Mr. Worthington?”
His expression doesn’t change. “Everybody throws up sometimes, it’s an involuntary reaction. Have you gotten a copy of the 911 call yet?”
I’m a little stunned that he glosses over it. But then wonderwhyI’m surprised. He has no reason to be mean to me. He doesn’t even know me.
Now I’m mad at myself for being embarrassed.
My god, I’m a complete mess.
“Yeah, called in a favor. I think it will be to our benefit.” I hear Luke answer him.
A relieved breath escapes my lips.
“Can I hear it?”
Luke eyes me warily. “It might be better if we wait?—”
I frown. “Why? I made the call. I know what I said… fundamentally… but I don’t remember the exact words.”
“It might be upsetting so soon after…” Luke looks at Brady, which makes my temper rise.
“Did he listen to it?”
