Chapter 89
LUCY
“It doesn’t look good, Lucy.”
Mia Gunn had obtained the probable cause arrest warrant. I was in a cell, waiting to be released at any moment. My father had put up the bail money, and they were currently finishing the paperwork. Or so they said. I didn’t have much faith in the LAPD at the moment.
Mia was standing outside my cell, a cell meant for people about to be released.
“What does it say?”
“I guess we’ll start with the worst news.”
This didn’t sound good at all. “Just give it all to me, straight up,” I said.
“They found the murder weapon, and the gun has your fingerprints all over it.”
“That’s not possible,” I said.
“It’s more than possible, Lucy. It’s the truth.”
“They must have screwed up. I didn’t kill my husband, so there’s no chance my fingerprints are on the gun. I don’t even own a gun. Neither did Eddie.”
“Well, then whoever killed him managed to somehow get your prints on there.”
I couldn’t tell if she was being sarcastic or serious.
“Is that possible?”
“I don’t know,” Mia admitted.
“We can come back to that,” I said. “What else?”
“There’s a text that night from Eddie to his friend, Mark, saying that you two had gotten into a fight and he was scared of you.”
“Scared of me? He can’t be serious. And who is Mark? I don’t even know a Mark. What’s his last name?”
Mia quickly shuffled through the arrest warrant.
“Mark Flyer.”
“I don’t know anyone named Mark Flyer? I truly don’t.”
“Does that matter?”
“Of course it does. If Eddie were actually scared for his life, he’d text one of his best friends. And I can assure you that whoever this Mark Flyer is, Eddie is not that close to him.”
“Can you be sure that you know everything about Eddie—that you know all of his good friends?”
It was painful to admit, but Mia was right. I was no longer sure what I knew.
“No, I guess not. But I’m positive I’ve never heard of someone named Mark Flyer.”
“I’ll look more into who this guy is.”
“Anything else? As if this can get any worse.”
“He said in the text that he was the one divorcing you.”
“I was the one divorcing him! Ask my parents.”
“Parents of the accused aren’t exactly the best witnesses.”
She was right again.
“Ask Nia Clemons. She’s my best friend and knows I was considering divorcing Eddie. We conducted a little scheme on Eddie.”
“Tell me about it.”
I did, and Mia seemed interested.
“That could be helpful,” she said.
Moments later, an officer approached Mia. “Your client has been bailed. Come with me.”
“What about me?” I asked.
“An officer will be with you shortly,” he said.
And two minutes later, another officer came and escorted me to the front of the police station. Ten minutes after that, the paperwork was done, and I was a free woman.
For how long was yet to be determined.