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“Could you drive me to the station?” I asked with my head still spinning and my heart still racing.

They had taken my fiancé, so they could make sure that I got back to him.

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“Here.” I stared at the water bottle in Officer Bennett’s hand while I waited for the lawyer that David sent. Hesitantly, I took it in my hands and opened it, grateful when the cool liquid contacted my dry throat.

“He’s not saying anything.”

“Good. He knows his rights.”

It was impossible to focus on anything, impossible to think straight. I could do nothing to help until he spoke to the attorney, who thankfully arrived shortly after.

“Look, I understand you’re upset, but we’re just doing our jobs. Everything points to him—”

“Everything what?” I asked, shaking my head. “He came home to me that night. He told me about the bar fight, didn’t try to hide it.”

“Did he act suspicious?”

“He didn’t act suspicious because he didn’t do anything,” I hissed. “He told me his friend, Thomas Lanthorn, had driven him home and—”

The officer raised his hand, quickly jotting down the professor’s name. I swallowed. What was I getting into?

“The reason I write this down,” he began, “is because there is surveillance video of him walking out of the bar after Derek left, on foot. Never is he seen getting inside of a car. Coincidently, he walks in the direction that Derek was found later that night.”

“I think that’s enough, Officer Bennett. You’ve gotten enough out of my client’s distressed and pregnant girlfriend for tonight, don’t you think?”

My head snapped up to the sound of that voice. It was commanding and intimidating, so much that Officer Bennett stood up with hesitation. “Never thought I’d see you around again.” The officer was genuinely surprised.

The man, who I assumed was the attorney, glanced my way and smiled warmly. “I’m going to need a copy of her statement, and I’m going to need it thrown out if you didn’t let her know that you were interviewing her.” He turned his gaze to the officer, and to my surprise, all warmth was gone. “I was taking a break, but I thought, why the hell not? This is an interesting case. Good time for a comeback.”

To my surprise, Officer Bennett snorted and then laughed. The attorney did too, and to add even another surprise, they shook hands and hugged.

“Good to have you back, man.”

What the hell is this insanity?

After a brief conversation, the officer left us both alone. I shifted on my seat, unsure of what to do or say. Finally, the attorney took pity on me and leaned back against the wall, studying me thoroughly before he spoke up.

“Evelyn Carson, correct?”

I nodded.

“Okay, now I’m going to need you to calm down so that you can tell me everything you know about that night. I know you weren’t there and have already heard Nathan’s version, but I will need yours as well as the friends that were with him, especially that Lanthorn guy. Do not talk to officers without me present, understood?”

Again, I nodded.

“Okay, now brace yourself. It’s going to be a long night,” he said, opening his suitcase.

I cleared my throat. “Your name…” He tilted his head to the side, looking confused. “You haven’t given me your name.”

His eyes widened. “Shit,” he muttered. “I’m all out of practice. My name is Damian Novax.”

Chapter 33

Evelyn

Damian wasn’t kidding when he said it would be a long night. The questions were endless and tiring—and honestly, quite repetitive. It seemed like I was always answering the same question but in different words, most of them revolving around Nathan’s behavior, asking me if he was a violent person or had anger issues.

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