Page 92 of Samson

Delilah closed her eyes. “That was me. I told Marc.”

Trevors’ face didn’t give anything away. He laid a file on the table and flipped through some pages, then spent a few minutes reading.

“Your cousin Luca is in the hospital with a gunshot wound. When the police interviewed him, he said the gun had misfired, and he shot himself. Is that what really happened?”

“No. Marc shot him to get me to talk. He said he’d kill him if I didn’t.”

“Did Samson tell you about Riley?”

“We’d been getting close. He trusted me with the most important thing to him, and I betrayed him.”

“Sounds to me like you didn’t have a choice.”

“You think that matters? All it means is that I view some lives as more important than others.”

“That’s not what that means. You reacted in the moment out of fear. So Demir found out about Riley and used her to convince Samson to give himself up?”

“Yes.”

“But you didn’t see them kill him?”

“No. But he was going crazy when they dragged him out the back, and then it was quiet.”

“That could mean a number of things.”

“Why would Burak lie?”

“He would have his reasons.” Trevors looked back at the file. “The police interviewed Riley.”

“They think she’s involved?”

“No. Just getting the details from her point of view. She’s back with her grandmother now. She said you saved her.”

“I couldn’t let her die.”

“Can you tell me what happened?”

“She didn’t tell you?”

“I want to hear it from your point of view. Her recollection is spotty.”

“I ran at Burak.” She pointed at the photo. “Knocked the gun out of his hands, then picked it up. That’s when I backed out of the building. When the police turned up, they thought I’d done something wrong.”

“In the file it says you kicked Demir in the face.”

“When I dove for the gun, he grabbed my leg, and I kicked.”

Trevors nodded. “You could have gotten yourself killed.”

“Probably. I guess I should be dead. But Riley’s alive. That’s all that matters.”

“Well, until there’s a body, I’m not going to rule out that Samson’s still alive too.” Trevors stood, folding the file closed. “I’m sorry you got caught up in the middle of this.”

“It’s my own fault.”

“Actually it’s not. Samson was on a case, and the men involved were willing to go to any lengths to stop him. None of this has anything to do with you. They used you as leverage.”

“Maybe if I keep telling myself that, I will eventually believe it.”

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