Page 24 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

I snicker. “Sure. Use your reverse psychology tactics. But I know what you are trying to do, detective. You’re trained to fuck with minds. I have nothing else to say to you. Have a wonderful day.”

As I step out of the interrogation room, I run into none other than Michael Stone, and my jaw drops for the second time.

“What are you doing here?” I ask.

He takes my hand. “Be quiet. We’ll speak in my car.”

I do as he says, although I feel his anger when his fingers dig into my arm. We leave the station and he opens the car door for me.

“Get in.”

I do, and he slams it, going to the other door. I feel his anger like a dark cloud in the car, and with each second that passes, I get more nervous. Eventually, I blurt out—

“I didn’t kill him.”

“Why did you go to the police station, then?”

“I didn’t know Brandon had been murdered until we got to the station! They said they were going to arrest me if I didn’t cooperate. That they had evidence.”

“And you believed that? Haven’t you learned anything in all the years working in the legal profession? I bet you sat there and incriminated yourself. Why didn’t you ask for your lawyer?”

“God dammit,” he runs his fingers through his hair, “why do you have to be this way? You’re savvy and smart, but the first thing you do when a cop says you committed murder is to go with them?”

That’s it.

“I was scared!” I yell. “Okay? I was scared. Not that they had something on me, but I was scared that I would disappoint my father. I was worried that he would find out.”

“That everything I’ve done in my life, everything I’ve worked for, would go down the drain, and the people who thought nothing of me would be right!”

I take a deep breath. “I was trying to cooperate. And I didn’t know he had been murdered. I would have never guessed that they were bringing me in on a murder charge.”

“Savannah—"

“And I didn’t say anything that would incriminate myself, Mr. Stone. I am smarter than that. I repeated what they told me was their damning evidence and called it bullshit. I was leaving when you walked in.”

There.

I’m done.

He doesn’t say anything for a while.

He starts. “I came back from court. Just won a case. And I walk into my office, and Brenda says there’s a call for me. I expect it to be the client, but it’s not.”

“It’s a freaking cop who owes me a favor. He says that one of my employees is at the station. Then he tells me to come immediately, or Elaine Rogers was going to pin you for the murder of Brandon Portman.”

“Do you understand the fear that ran through my heart?” Michael asks, his eyes boring deep into mine. “I panicked, Savannah. I got to my office, turned right around, and headed to the police station as fast as I could.”

Oh.

That’s why.

That’s why he looked so mad when we locked eyes.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I’m mixed up in this, which I could have avoided if I hadn’t met with Brandon to give him back the ring.”

“You don’t sound sorry, but I’m used to it. So, tell me. What does Rogers have on you, and what is your proof that you didn’t kill Brandon?”

My eyebrow flies up. “What? Proof that I didn’t kill him? I just said I didn’t. Don’t you believe me?”

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