Page 89 of Samson

“Was she hurt?”

“She’s fine. Was anyone injured that you know of?”

She nodded. “Samson’s dead.”

“Who’s Samson? Is he the one you said fired the gun?”

“No.”

“Ma’am, I need you to focus. Did you shoot someone?”

She looked at the door to the restaurant. Another officer came out and spoke to the one questioning her. “There’s no one in there.”

Another car arrived, and a man in plain clothes approached. He spoke quietly to the Officer she’d been talking to, then he stepped up to her. “Ma’am, my name is Detective Hall. Can you tell me your name?”

“I—I don’t...” There was too much noise and light around her. “I want to see Riley. I need to make sure she’s okay.” She tried to twist again, but Hall held her firmly.

“Ma’am, I need you to focus on me right now. Riley is safe. I need you to tell me if you shot someone. Is there someone injured in there?”

“I didn’t shoot anyone.”

“But you said someone is dead.”

“Samson. They killed him. But it’s my fault.”

Hall looked at the officer closest. “Check again,” he said and waited until the man went back inside before he looked back at Delilah. “Samson who?”

“What difference does it make? They’re gone. You’re too late.” She squeezed her eyes closed. Her head spun, taking her stomach with it. “I think I’m gonna throw up.”

“Why don’t we sit down over here.” He led her to a nearby police car and opened the back door so she could sit down. “I want you to know that I believe you.”

“What?”

“I believe you that you didn’t mean to hurt anyone. We’ve got a doctor coming down to talk to you.”

“Why?”

“You’re confused. We want to help you remember what happened.”

“I’m not confused. Where’s Riley?”

“I told you, she’s safe.”

“I didn’t…” She took several deep breaths, trying to get her head together. No wonder they thought she was crazy. She was struggling to get her thoughts out, but they kept asking her questions that didn’t matter.

“You didn’t what?” Hall said.

There was someone she needed to speak to. Samson had mentioned someone. A contact he had.God, please help. Who was it? Who knows Samson? Who knows what’s going on?

“Trevors!” she shouted when it popped into her head. “That’s his name.”

“You shot someone named Trevors?”

“No. I need to speak to Agent Trevors. He knows Samson. Knew—he knew Samson.” All the details converged, and her mind cleared.

“You think this man named Trevor is with the FBI?”

“No, Trevors is his last name. I can’t remember his first name. I don’t know who he works for. But Marc Rubin’s involved. You have to find my cousin Luca. He owns this restaurant. I believe his life is in danger. And they kidnapped Riley to get to Samson. They were going to kill her. Then they took Samson out the back and killed—” Her throat closed, and it was hard to breathe for a minute. “Please, you have to find Agent Trevors. He knows about this. And find Luca.”

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