Fucking, crazy, Denver men.
Around about the end of when Detective Marker was taking my statement, I felt Eddie tense.
I scowled up at him, but he wasn’t looking at me, he was looking toward the door.
I fol owed his gaze and stopped breathing.
Hank, Lee and Vance were standing in the door, al of them looking at me.
Hank’s eyes were blank. Lee’s were the same.
Vance grinned at me.
With a super human effort, I ignored Hank and Lee and grinned back at Vance.
“Excuse me,” Eddie murmured and walked away.
I turned to Detective Marker. “Do you have everything you need?” I asked.
“Yep,” he said, but he was looking at Hank too and, for some bizarre reason, he was smiling, smiling huge, like he found something supremely hilarious.
I was so total y right about Denver being a loony bin; everyone was crazy.
“You have my card?” Detective Marker asked after he’d looked back at me.
I nodded. “I may be on the road, you’l have to cal my cel I nodded. “I may be on the road, you’l have to cal my cel if you need anything else.”
“You’l come back to testify?” he asked.
I gave him a look.
“You’l come back to testify,” he muttered.
I got up, shook his hand, hooked my purse over my shoulder and walked across the room.
Everyone in the room watched.
Hank, Lee, Eddie and Vance were in a huddle. Vance broke off and walked over to me. The other three turned to look.
“Hey, girl,” Vance said when he arrived in my space, seriously in my space.
I didn’t back away.
“Hey. I need a ride back to Tex’s. Can you take me?” I asked him.
“First, I’l take you to lunch.”
I didn’t want lunch. I hadn’t had breakfast or even any coffee but my stomach was clenched tight knowing Hank’s eyes were on me. I was torn between throwing myself at his feet and begging him to understand, and jumping on him and scratching his eyes out.
Instead, I kept my eyes on Vance and said, “Sounds good.”
Vance turned to The Huddle.
“Keys,” he cal ed to Lee.
Lee threw him a set of keys and Vance caught them. I avoided Hank’s gaze.
Then Vance grabbed my hand and we walked out.