We all moved into the living room, but only Ireland and I ended up taking a seat.
Everyone else remained on their feet, with my dad pushing Cary's wheelchair.
"Nice place you've got here," Michna said.
"Thank you."
I looked at Cary, wondering what the hell was going on.
"How long are you in town?" the detective asked my dad.
"Just for the weekend."
Graves smiled at me.
"You go out to California a lot to see your dad?" "I just moved from there a couple months ago."
"I went to Disneyland once when I was a kid," she said.
"That was a while ago, obviously.
I've been meaning to get back out there."
I frowned, not understanding why we were making small talk.
"We just need to ask you a couple of questions," Michna said, pulling a notepad out of the interior pocket of his jacket.
"We don't want to hold you up any longer than we have to."
Graves nodded, her eyes still on me.
"Can you tell us if you're familiar with a man named Nathan Barker, Miss Tramell?" The room spun.
Cary cursed and pushed unsteadily to his feet, taking the few steps to reach the seat beside me.
He caught up my hand.
"Miss Tramell?" Graves took a seat on the other end of the sectional.
"He's her former stepbrother," Cary snapped.
"What's this about?" "When's the last time you saw Barker?" Michna asked.
In a courtroom .
I tried to swallow, but my mouth was dry as sawdust.
"Eight years ago," I said hoarsely.
"Did you know he was here in New York?" Oh God.
I shook my head violently.
"Where's this going?" my dad asked.
I looked helplessly at Cary, then at Gideon.
My dad didn't know about Nathan.