Page 201 of Play Dirty (Brooklyn Dawn 1)

“Before the show ended? That’s ridiculous.”

His gaze sharpened. “How did you know it was before the end of the concert?”

“Stop wasting time.” When he continued to give me a bland stare, I growled. “Jamie just told me she went missing at the encore.”

“All right. Where were you when this was happening?” The detective’s voice was deceptively calm. Almost conversational. I wanted to plow my fist right into his damn face.

I ran a shaky hand through my hair. “I just woke up in the alley. One of the side entrances—”

“Have you been drinking?”

“No.” A few heads turned at the tone of my voice. “No,” I said more gently. “I didn’t do this. I wouldn’t.”

“So, you needed some air?”

“No. I don’t remember what fucking happened. I went to take a fucking piss, and then nothing.”

“When was this?”

“I didn’t look at my damn watch.” I tried to retrace my steps. “I was watching from the side stage.”

“Do you remember the song?”

“It was early in the show. Third song, maybe?”

Kyle.

Kyle.

It had to be Kyle.

His name was a chant in my head as I tried to concentrate on the cop’s voice.

He wouldn’t. He might not be exactly the most balanced person on the planet, but he wouldn’t do this.

Would he?

“Mr. Nash?”

I clicked back in. “What did you ask me? I’m sorry. I’m trying to get my head around this.”

“Are you taking any drugs?”

“What? No.”

“I see. Stay here. I want to speak with my captain.”

I clenched my hands. Standing around here wasn’t helping.

Another officer was speaking to Oz. Another one gently talking to a tearful Teagan, while Cooper hovered behind her helplessly.

Zane was speaking to one of the security people.

Everyone was in a panic.

Noah Jordan’s voice was an icy storm out in the hallway.

I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t have proof it was Kyle. I just knew it. Knew it as surely as I knew my blood type.

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