was no reason to conduct the interview in the dark.
She turned her face away and into her pillow when the room exploded with light. It took several long moments before she could focus on the detective without squinting.
“Thank you for seeing me, Miss Moyano,” Sanchez began formally.
“Please, call me Angelina.”
He nodded. “Angelina. I’m hoping you can answer some questions for me. We have Devereaux in custody, but he’s not saying anything. He lawyered up as soon as he hit the door, and he hasn’t opened his mouth since.”
Angelina sighed. “I’ll answer your questions to the best of my ability.”
For an hour she recounted the exact sequence of events, from the time Chad took her from The House to the moment the helicopter took her to the hospital. She left nothing out, not even the part when she’d stood over him with the gun wanting so desperately to shoot him.
Micah and Sanchez exchanged glances at the sudden tension in her voice. She went completely stiff, and she struggled even now with the surge of anger that assaulted her.
“Why did you want to kill him?” Sanchez asked gently. “Is there something else?”
“Did he hurt you?” Micah interjected fiercely. “More than what you’ve told us?”
Angelina looked away. “No. I told you everything he did.”
“Angelina look at me,” Micah said. “What aren’t you telling us?”
She raised her gaze to meet Sanchez’s, and she took a deep breath. Tears filled her eyes. The detective leaned forward and touched her hand.
“He killed David and Hannah.”
Micah went completely silent and Sanchez’s brow wrinkled in confusion.
“What did you say?” Micah asked in a dangerously quiet voice.
Sanchez looked at Micah and shook his head sharply. Then the detective turned back to Angelina and his expression softened.
“Now tell me what you mean. Who are David and Hannah?”
She avoided Micah’s gaze and focused on the detective. “David was my brother and Micah’s best friend. Hannah was Micah’s wife. They were killed in a car accident three years ago. Or what we thought was an accident.”
“And what makes you say that Chad killed them?”
“He confessed. It was why I flew into such a rage and attacked him in the house. It was how I got away from him.”
An inarticulate sound of rage came from Micah’s direction, and Sanchez ignored him. He stared hard at Angelina. “Did he tell you why? Did he give you details?”
Angelina closed her eyes as hot tears slipped down her cheeks. “He killed David because of me. I don’t think he cared anything about Hannah. He was obsessed with me even then. I never knew. David never told me Chad had approached him about me. Chad spoke to him when I was sixteen years old, and apparently David hit the roof. Told Chad if he ever caught him near me he’d kill him. Chad waited and approached David again when I was twenty. Apparently David must have told him to buzz off again, and it sent Chad over the edge. He said he caused the accident that killed David and Hannah. All because he saw David as a barrier to him getting to me.”
Micah got up so abruptly he knocked over the chair. Without a single word, he left the room, letting the door swing open behind him.
Angelina turned on her side, curling into as tight a ball as she could. She’d seen the anger and the torment in Micah’s eyes. The pain and betrayal. He’d lost everything because of her. Because of a man’s obsession with her.
Sanchez touched her arm in a gesture of comfort, but she flinched away.
“Please,” she begged. “I’ve told you everything. Just go away. I want to be alone.”
More tears spilled down her cheeks and she buried her face in the pillow. Her shoulders shook, causing excruciating pain to the bullet wound. Sharp pain stabbed at her ribs, but she ignored the physical discomfort.
She honestly didn’t know if Sanchez left or not. She ignored everything but the unrelenting pain in her chest.
I’m so sorry, David.
God, it wasn’t fair. One man had cost her everything. Worse, Micah, completely innocent in the whole thing, had lost the two people he loved most. David and Hannah had lost their lives and their future together.
She hunched her body in misery, ignoring the pain slicing through her shoulder and ribs.
“Hey,” Connor said softly next to her ear. “Sweetie, what’s wrong?”
She turned and all but flung herself into his arms. He caught her awkwardly and was forced to sit on the bed next to her so he could ease