I didn't want him to know.
Cary squeezed my hand.
Gideon wouldn't even look at me.
"Mr.
Cross," Graves said.
"What about you?" "What about me?" "Do you know Nathan Barker?" My eyes pleaded with Gideon not to say anything in front of my dad, but he never once glanced my way.
"You wouldn't be asking that question," he answered, "if you didn't already know the answer."
My stomach dropped.
A violent shiver moved through me.
Still, Gideon wouldn't look at me.
My brain was trying to process what was happening .
what it meant .
what was going on .
"Is there a point to these questions?" my father asked.
The blood was roaring in my ears.
My heart was pounding with something like terror.
The mere thought of Nathan being so close was enough to send me into a panic.
I was panting.
The room was swimming before my eyes.
I thought I might pass out.
Graves was watching me like a hawk.
"Can you just tell us where you were yesterday, Miss Tramell?" "Where I was?" I repeated.
"Yesterday?" "Don't answer that," my dad ordered.
"This interview isn't going any further until we know what this is about."
Michna nodded, as if he'd expected the interruption.
"Nathan Barker was found dead this morning."
Chapter 16
As soon as Detective Michna finished his sentence, my dad cut the questioning off.
"We're done here," he said grimly.
"If you have any further questions, you can make an appointment for my daughter to come in with counsel."