I fol owed him.
He stopped at the porch, not attempting to go inside. I found this odd but I stopped with him.
“You want coffee?” I asked.
“I’m not stayin’ that long.”
I blinked at him, confused.
Then it hit me.
His eyes were al wrong. They weren’t sexy-lazy or alert.
They were distant and disinterested.
I felt my breath start to come faster, like I’d run a race before I’d run the race. And, the fact was, I wanted to run, run as fast as I could, as far away as I could get.
“What’s up?” I tried to act like I didn’t feel like I wanted to curl up and die.
“You’ve been dodgin’ Eddie,” he said.
I blinked, confused again, but he went on.
“You can’t protect Flynn, Roxanne. I’ve already filed. He broke into my house and trashed it.”
“Protect?” I said, unable to form a ful sentence.
“Eddie’s comin’ by this morning to take you to the station so you can give your statement, file charges if you want, or not. Your choice. But even if you go home, I’m stil fol owing through. And since we found out Flynn is wanted in Boston, Pensacola and Charleston, once we find him and deal with him here, he’s gonna be a busy guy.”
I couldn’t speak.
I wasn’t surprised that Bil y was wanted in three different cities, four counting Denver, even though it was news to me.
No, the reason I couldn’t speak was because Hank thought I was protecting Bil y.
“Hank –”
He interrupted me.
“I found your scarf at my house, Indy’s got it.” Automatical y (and inanely) I said, “It’s Tod’s.”
“Indy has it,” he repeated, looking away and watched the crane settle back into position, my car in the flat bed. Then he looked at me, eyes blank, like Eddie’s were the first time he saw me.
“Gotta get back to work,” he said. “Take care of yourself.”
At his dismissing words, I moved suddenly. It was involuntary but I jerked back, just at the middle, like he punched me in the stomach.
Immediately, his hand came out to grab my arm and his brows drew together. “Are you okay?” he asked.
I stared at him then nodded my head. “Fine,” I lied.
He watched me a beat, then two. It was my time to say something but I couldn’t think of what to say.
“Talk to Eddie,” he said.
I just stared at him and didn’t say a word.
Then I watched as his eyes grew hard and he let go of my arm.