Page 86 of Bloom: Part 2

I complied, folding my hands on the table. Keyes stayed standing near the door, leaning casually against the frame as if he were just here to observe.

Hmm, so he was the straight partner. Was there truth to what Murphy’s husband had said about Murphy liking him, and did Keyes know?

I shook my head. Not the time to be worrying about a stranger’s life when mine was in shambles.

Murphy dropped into the chair across from me, his expression unreadable. He flipped open a notebook and clicked his pen, the sound unnervingly loud in the otherwise silent room.

“Let’s start with your name,” he said.

“Which one?” I asked. Everyone was finding out the truth. If there was even a shed of hope that these cops meant business, they might be on our side.

“Excuse me?”

“I asked you which name? Here, I go by Logan Collier.”

The cops shared a glance that ended with Keyes shrugging.

“Just for fun, why don’t you give us all the other names you’ve used?”

“Let’s see.” I folded my arms and rocked back in the chair. “Before I was Logan, I was Christian Mulberry. Just before that John Stone.”

“Any other?”

“Yes, Keegan Agosti.”

Murphy snapped his head up, holding his pen in midair. “Agosti. As in related to Marcello Agosti?”

“Yes. He’s my father.”

Keyes let out a low whistle but didn’t say anything.

“Well, this makes things more complicated,” Murphy said.

“You’re familiar with my history, then?”

“Any cop who’s serious about his job knows about the Agosti Anathema. Keegan Agosti, once the favorite and most promising son of the capo dei capi, becoming a pariah after he supplied evidence of his father’s dealings in exchange for protection. “

“That about sums it up.”

“Your cover’s blown, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“For how long?”

“Since the incident at the hospital, I presume.”

“Tell us what happened today.”

I recapped my encounter with the two shooters, omitting Bloom’s presence from my narration.

“I can confirm I found the weapon in the car,” Keyes said.

“It’s registered,” I said.

“That’s good to know. Were you alone?”

I looked him dead in the eye. “Yes.”

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