Dolph held the door for me, and I squeezed past his bulk. "Have a seat," he said, as he closed the door behind us.
"I'll stand, thanks. I want to get Jean-Claude out of here before dawn."
"I heard you weren't dating him anymore," Dolph said.
"He's being held without charge on suspicion of killing me. I'm not dead so I'd like to get him out of here."
Dolph just looked at me, eyes as cold and unreadable as if he were looking at a witness--no a suspect--that he didn't like much.
"Jean-Claude has a damn fine lawyer. How'd you keep him for over seventy-two hours without a charge?" I asked.
"You're a city treasure. I told everyone he'd killed you, and they helped me lose him for a while."
"Damn, Dolph, you're lucky some overzealous officer didn't put him in a cell with a window."
"Yeah, too bad."
I just stared at him not even sure what to say. "I'm alive, Dolph. He didn't hurt me."
"Who did?"
It was my turn to give him cool cop eyes.
He walked up to me, towering over me. He wasn't trying to intimidate me with his height; he knew that didn't work anyway. He was just that big. He touched my chin, tried to turn my face to the side. I jerked away.
"You've got scars on your neck that you didn't have a week ago. They're all shiny and nearly healed. How?"
"Would you believe I'm not sure?"
"No."
"Suit yourself."
"Let me see the scars."
I swept my hair to one side and let him trace one large finger down the healed wounds.
"I want to see the rest of the wounds."
"Don't we need a female officer in here for this?"
"Do you really want anyone else to see them?"
He had a point. "Why do you want to see, Dolph?"
"I can't force you to show me, but I need to see them."
"Why?"
"I don't know," he said, and his voice showed strain for the first time.
I shed the outer shirt and laid it on the table. I held my left arm out to him, pushing the sleeve of the T-shirt up.
He traced his finger over the marks. "What is it about your left arm? Its always where you get hit the most."
"I think it's because I'm right-handed. I'll let them chew on my left arm, while I grab a weapon with my right."
"Did you kill what did this to you?"