caught up you are in this, and even though he doesn’t think you had the right to let Sims go or take it on yourself to arrest Otis, he knows you’re human. He understands the way you felt, but that doesn’t change the fact that you acted inappropriately, to say the least. And because of that, he told me that he thinks it would be best if you’re placed on suspension—with pay, of course—until all this works itself out.”
Miles’s face registered disbelief. “Suspend me?”
“It’s for your own good. Once tempers cool down, Harvey thinks he can get Clyde and the lawyer to back off. But if we act as if we—or I—feel you did nothing whatsoever that was wrong, he isn’t so sure he’ll be able to talk Clyde out of it.”
“All I did was arrest the man who killed my wife.”
“You did a lot more than that, and you know it.”
“So you’re gonna do what he says?”
After a long moment, Charlie nodded. “I think he’s giving me good advice, Miles. Like I said, it’s for your own good.”
“Let me get this straight. Otis goes free, even though he killed my wife. And I get booted from the force for bringing him in.”
“If that’s the way you want to look at it.”
“That’s how it is!”
Charlie shook his head, keeping his voice steady. “No, it’s not. And in a little while, when you’re not so wound up, you’ll see that. For now, though, you’re officially on suspension.”
“C’mon, Charlie—don’t do this.”
“It’s for the best. And whatever you do, don’t escalate the situation. If I find out you’re hassling Otis or snooping around where you shouldn’t, I’ll be forced to take further action and I won’t have the option of being so lenient.”
“This is ridiculous!”
“It’s the way it is, my friend. I’m sorry.” Charlie began making his way to the chair on the other side. “But like I said, it’s not over. Once we find Sims and talk to him, we’ll look into his story. Maybe someone else heard something, and we might find someone to corroborate it—”
Miles tossed his badge onto the desk before Charlie finished talking. His holster and gun were draped over the chair.
He slammed the door behind him.
Twenty minutes later, Otis Timson was released.
After storming out of Charlie’s office, Miles got into his car, his head spinning from the events of the past twenty-four hours. He turned the key, grinding the engine, and pulled away from the curb, accelerating hard and swinging into the other lane before righting the car.
Otis was going free while he was on suspension.
It made no sense at all. Somehow, the world had gone completely crazy.
He thought briefly about going home but decided against it, because Jonah—who was at Mrs. Knowlson’s—would come home if he did, and Miles knew he couldn’t face him right now. Not after what Jonah had said this morning. He needed time to calm down, to figure out what he was going to say first.
He needed to talk to someone, someone who would be able to help him make sense of all this.
The traffic clear, Miles made a U-turn and was on his way to find Sarah.
Chapter 27
Sarah was in the living room with her mother when she saw Miles pull up in front of the house. Since she hadn’t told Maureen anything about recent events, Maureen jumped up from the couch and opened the door, her arms spread wide.
“What a nice surprise!” she cried. “I didn’t expect you to come by!”
Miles muttered a greeting as she hugged him but turned down her offer of a cup of coffee. Sarah quickly suggested a walk and reached for her jacket. They were out the door a couple of minutes later. Maureen, misreading the whole thing as “young people in love who wanted to be alone,” practically blushed as she watched them walk away.
They went to the woods where they’d gone with Jonah on Thanksgiving Day. As they walked, Miles didn’t say anything. Instead he formed a fist with his hands tight enough for his fingers to turn white before opening them again.
They sat on a toppled pine tree, overgrown with moss and ivy. Miles was still opening and closing his hands, and Sarah reached for one of them. After a moment, he seemed to relax and their fingers intertwined.
“Bad day, huh?”
“You could say that.”
“Otis?”
Miles snorted. “Otis. Charlie. Harvey. Sims. Everyone.”
“What happened?”
“Charlie let Otis go. Said the case wasn’t strong enough to hold him.”