Page 93 of Watch Me
“I think she’s doing okay. Tired.”
He sighed. “I’m exhausted.”
I took a sip of my coffee. “I think I can sleep for a week after this.”
“Me too. How’s Reagan?”
“Thankful. Grateful. Relieved like all of us.”
“I bet.” He took another sip. “Let’s get this interview over with so we can get some sleep.”
I took another sip of my own coffee, and then Shawn and I walked down the hall to the room where the redhead was being held for questioning. Just before we entered, he stopped me with a grab of his hand. “Are you sure you’re okay doing this?”
I stared into his eyes, and without missing a beat, I said, “I’ve been waiting months for this.”
“Okay, because you know I can get Shay or someone to go in with me.”
I clapped him on the shoulder. “I’m good.”
And I was. I was pissed, but like Reagan, I was thankful, grateful, and relieved. If some harm had come to Maddison, I’d be throwing this bitch against the wall. She was a monster in my eyes. But I’d had over twenty years on the force, and I knew what we needed to do to make sure this bitch never saw the light of dayagain.
“Do you want me to take point?” Shawnasked.
I shook my head. “I got it.”
I went in first and started to open my mouth when Katrina spoke. “Sergeant Valor, it’s good to see you again.”
My gaze flicked to Shawn’s as he shut the door, and then I moved my stare back at Katrina and sat across from her. “Again?”
She smirked and adjusted, clasping her cuffed hands onto the table that separated us in the tiny room. I figured she meant because she was watching Reagan through her laptop, and I was always with Reagan, but I let her answer. “Yes, but I’m not sure if I like you better in your suit or out of it.”
“Oh yeah? And when did you see me out of it?”
“Sergeant Valor”—she batted her green eyes—“a lady doesn’t divulge her secrets.”
“All right.” I took a sip of my coffee and peered at her over the lip. She yawned. “Oh, did you want a cup of coffee?”
She laughed. “So you can have my DNA?”
“Why do you think we’d want your DNA?” I questioned. “You’re being charged with kidnapping. We have you on that.” We would charge her with more, but first we’d get her for what we could prove beyond a shadow of a doubt, and that was the kidnapping of Maddison. “So let’s start there.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I snorted. “The young woman we rescued from your house. You don’t know who we’re talking about?”
“What young woman?”
I glanced at Shawn, who was taking notes, and then continued. “What are you saying?”
“I don’t know what woman you’re talking about. I woke up from a nap with my hands in cuffs and surrounded by police officers with their guns drawn at me.”
“And why do you think the police officers were there?”
Katrina shrugged. “I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?”
Shawn leaned forward and placed a picture in front of her. “Isn’t that your car?”
“A lot of people have that car, Detective.”
