Page 38 of A Lie so Dangerous and Fragile

“Have some rest. You need it.Buenas noches,” she said and walked away.

I lay back on the bed and hugged my bump with a smile on my face. My phone rang when I closed my eyes to catch some sleep. I picked up the phone with the unknown number.

“Hello?” I whispered.

There was a long silence from the other end of the line. I could feel it in my gut that it was Tristan, and I could swear I heard a soft whisper of my name, but the call ended.

How did he get my new number? Maybe it wasn’t him.

I wouldn’t let him take away this new life I was building, the peace and happiness I was finally feeling.

I wouldn’t give him that chance again.

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Clueless

NOW

I was in the interrogation room with three detectives. The one with the carved beard sat in front of me. The second guy was pacing the room, looking impatient, and the other detective was a female. Her white-and-black suit made her look sassy. She was resting one hip on the table and staring at me.

My silence was driving them crazy even if they were trying hard to hide it. We’d been in the room for almost thirty minutes, and I hadn’t said a word. No sound left my lips as I cried. The tears kept flowing down my cheeks. I stared blankly at the wall above the bearded detective’s head. I’d screamed and cried the whole ride here. I’d begged them to find Kayden. They were all staring at me as if I were the person who had murdered Mrs. Porter.

“How long are we going to wait? It’s been half an hour,” the one pacing asked, sounding frustrated.

“Let’s give her more time. She’s still in shock,” the bearded detective told him, and I heard him grunt.

“She said her baby lived with the old lady,” the female detective pointed out, sounding concerned.

“How are we sure it’s true?” the one pacing behind me asked.

I stopped myself from grabbing a chair to hit him. My hands clenched on my thighs. Mrs. Porter was dead, Kayden was missing, and this lunatic wasn’t helping my situation. This was what I’d wanted to avoid. Now, many people knew about Kayden, and this had happened. My baby was missing.

“I was told they found some toys around the house and a baby’s nursery, but there was no child in the house,” she told him, but he didn’t say anything in return.

He was already crowning me the suspect.

“We have been here for half an hour. Please say something,” the one in front of me pleaded.

“We can’t help you find your son if you don’t give us the answers we need. Your answers might help us find your baby and the murderer.”

I wiped my tears away with the back of my palm and nodded. If my answers could help them find Kayden, then I would tell them what they wanted to know. I would tell them everything.

“Water?” I mumbled hoarsely, and one of the detectives left quickly.

“Finally,” the asshole behind me groaned.

The female detective returned with a bottle of water. I finished the water and dropped the empty bottle on the table.

“Are you ready?” the bearded detective asked.

I gave them a firm nod.

“Good.” The bearded detective sighed softly, leaning forward and resting his hands on the table. “I’m Detective Dean Clooney. This is Detective Emily Sanders, and he’s Detective James Luc.”

“Before we start, I want you to know you have a right to a lawyer, and if you need me to remind you of your rights, I wouldn’t mind. This whole conversation is being recorded. It will be best if you cooperate with us,” Detective Clooney explained.

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