Chapter 22
Rowan stared at the detective—Dominic Tierney—sitting across from him, kept his expression as neutral as possible when all he wanted to do was rip his cuffs off and go find Adalyn.
And maybe punch this smug bastard in the face, even if he was only doing his job.
“All you have to do is explain what happened first and you’ll get the deal.”
“I already gave my statement.”
“And we’re supposed to believe that you two just showed up, tried to disarm a bomb, and then Rory…” He gritted his teeth and Rowan could see the man fighting back emotion. Ah, so he had been friends with the man. “Then Detective Collins was shot by a random stranger?”
“I’m very sorry about your friend, but yes, that’s what happened. And all the doorbell cameras or neighbors’ videos should show the same. Not to mention you’ve tested me for gunshot residue on my hands and must have done the same for my friend. I’m not saying another word until my lawyer gets here except to say that you’re wasting valuable time in here when you could be out there hunting a killer.” He growled the last part, emotion bleeding through at the thought of that detective lying on the ground.
He’d been a husband, a father and… He hadn’t deserved what happened to him and neither had his family.
The detective across the table had started to get up when the door opened and a slightly rumpled woman in jeans and a sweatshirt with a Tulane logo across the front stepped inside. “I know you’re not talking to my client without me, Dominic.”
The man blinked once, frowned. “This is your client?”
“That’s right. And I’m also representing Ms. Adalyn Bonnevie. Now please clear the room and uncuff him.”
“I’m not uncuffing him.”
She let out a beleaguered sigh, then set her bag on the cold, metal table. Even at six in the morning in what were clearly last night’s clothes, the woman looked like a shark. “Fine. But you will bring him something to drink and eat. He’s been sitting in here for…” She made a show of looking at her very expensive watch. “Six hours. Have they allowed you to use the bathroom? Offered you food?”
Rowan shook his head.
The detective stalked out of the room without a word, but Rowan guessed he’d be back with food and water.
“My name is Kayla Sonde and I’ve been hired to represent you and your friend. You must have very powerful friends.” She sat next to him, tucked a lock of her dark hair behind her ear as she focused on him.
Rowan simply sat there, not responding one way or another.
Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Everything you say here is protected by attorney-client privilege. I’m on your side.”
“I know how it works. Who hired you?”
“Jesse Lennox.”
Oooh.So Hailey hadn’t waited for their attorney from North Carolina to be called. Maybe they’d never even called her at all. Finally relaxing, he said, “I want you to check on Adalyn first, make sure she’s not being railroaded.” Not that he was actually worried about her not being able to take care of herself. The woman was a shark too when she wanted to be. She probably hadn’t said a single word.
Kayla gave him a ghost of a smile. “I spoke to her first and she said almost the exact same thing. That I needed to check on you first. I believe her exact words were ‘Go check on the big dumbass who was brought in with me.’ Now tell me everything that happened, and don’t leave anything out. The two of you are walking out of here today, but I need to know what I’m up against.”