“That’d be great,” I smiled.
Before Roxie could move, Detective Marker cleared his throat.
“Maybe you can meet the dog in a minute, Sadie. If you don’t mind, we need to talk.”
Oh darn.
I minded.
I minded loads.
But my father taught me never to procrastinate. Get things done in a timely manner and do the tough jobs first to get them out of the way.
I’d much rather meet Shamus but instead I blew out a sigh (even though it was rude) and said to Detective Marker, “All right.”
I walked into the room and sat on the arm of the couch next to Indy.
“Hector told you Harvey was found dead last night?” Detective Marker asked me.
I nodded. “What happened?”
“We don’t know, we’re investigating. It looks like poison,” Detective Marker answered.
“How could someone poison him in jail?” I asked.
“Don’t know that either, they’re lookin’ into it. You know Donny posted bond for Ricky?” Detective Marker carried on.
Indy’s hand went to my knee, she squeezed there and then her hand went away.
I took in a deep breath, weirdly fortified by Indy’s knee squeeze and nodded at Detective Marker.
“You been in contact with your father recently?” Detective Marker asked.
So, this was what this was all about.
I looked around the room and noted everyone was watching me.
The daughter of a killer, sitting in their midst.
I felt bile fill my throat and I swallowed it down.
I looked back at Detective Marker. “It can’t be him; he’s in prison.”
“Have you talked to him? Does he know what the Baluccis’ve been doin’ to you?” Detective Marker pressed gently.
“I got a call from him a few days ago. He didn’t mention it but I did,” I answered. “Not Harvey just Ricky and the rape. Still, I think he’s got a way of staying informed.”
“He didn’t say anything about Harvey or Ricky?” Detective Marker pushed.
I shook my head. “He was more concerned about why I haven’t been in touch, why I haven’t visited him. And he’d heard about Hector and me and he wasn’t happy.”
Detective Marker nodded.
“Do you think he did it?” I asked softly, trying not to think of everyone in the room and what they might be thinking of my father, of me, of what this all meant.
“Lotta folks would do Ricky, he’s not got a lot of friends. Marty and Donny, I could see them being put on hit lists, they’re not friendly guys either. Harvey was just a dumb f**k, annoying and stupid, he rubbed people the wrong way but he wasn’t a threat to anyone. Makes the list of suspects shorter,” Detective Marker told me.
“So, you think it’s my father,” I answered for him, my heart sinking.