Page 39 of The Wrong Guy

However, it is not as crucial as getting a second chance at life as I am now. With this money, I can actually live.

“With the accident that happened in your home, it is not a good thing to go back to the home even if you could,” someone states from outside of my room.

I look up to see a man in a suit. Judging by the look on Stavros’s handsome face, he knows this man, and now I’m wondering what the hell is going on.

“Greg,” Stavros greets the new man. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m just checking to see how your friend is doing. Forgive him; he is not the politest man out there. I’m Greg, and I work for his father. I heard about your accident,” he hedges, looking at my brother and me. “You must be Andreas. It is nice to meet you.”

“Greg, this isn’t the time to do this,” Stavros warns.

“I wanted to check in and say hello. Now that I have, I will leave you be. Also, I wanted to inform you of the detectives on their way shortly to say hello.”

With that, Greg leaves, and I’m even more confused than before. “Why are detectives here?” I ask.

“I didn’t want to say anything earlier until I have all of the facts, but Derek’s grandmother is launching a formal investigation on Derek’s death,” Andreas lets me know.

“And what does that have to do with me? He put me in the hospital! He poured bleach on me,” I remind them.

Stavros wraps his arm around my waist to hold me steady as my brother delivers the final blow.

“You are the key suspect. You have the most to gain and lose, whether Derek is alive or not. It makes sense to look at you first.”

I lose my ability to stand as I fall against Stavros. He holds onto me tightly, and I would relish in the feeling of him, but all I can think about is how much this sucks. There is no way theycould think of me as a suspect. I wouldn’t want to kill him. I didn’t like him anymore after everything he had done to me, but killing him wasn’t something I would do.

“No, no,” I whisper against his chest.

“Come on, baby,” he whispers against the top of my head. He’s picking me up slightly and walking us over to the chair beside my bed. He’s sitting down first while adjusting me on top of him.

Andreas is looking at us with annoyance. “I don’t give a fuck how real all of this is, but that’s still my sister.”

Stavros doesn’t say anything but flicks the bird.

“What do I do?” I whisper.

“As attorneys, we will tell you the same thing anyone else would. That is to keep your mouth shut,” Stavros says on the top of my head. “Do not say a word to anyone and wait until the investigation is finished.”

“If he didn’t die from his injuries, who killed him?” I ask.

I feel like that is a logical question to ask at this time.

“This is why you are the suspect. You are the only one who has something to gain with him being gone,” Andreas informs me.

He’s such an attorney with his answer. I want to punch him in the stomach like I did when we were kids, but I don’t.

“I didn’t do anything,” I feel like crying. I wouldn’t have hurt Derek even though he hurt me.

Stavros’s hands are tracing my back up and down, and I can’t help but sink further into his body. He smells clean and masculine against me, and it is making me self-conscious about how stinky I probably am.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Detective Milgram

I’ve been on the job for too long to know what an accidental death is and what a hit is. Derek Bancroft’s suspected murder came across my desk today, and I’m not surprised he got killed.

I stretch my neck to get some feeling back in my spine after sitting at my desk all day. I took the detective’s job hoping to have a concrete schedule for my children at home, but I’m working more now than I did when I was a beat cop.

I’ve been on the force for over ten years. I started out as one of the only straight females on this team; now, there are about two of us. Sexuality becomes a big thing when you’re working in a boys’ club, and I’m not surprised by the amount of perverted things these guys say around us in the locker rooms.

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