Chapter 207
“I want to saw him,” Skywaid.
“That’s not standard procedure for a victim,” the sergeant said.
Alistair placed a platinum card on the high counter. It was not a credit card. It was a card for the Police Benevolent Association, marking him as their highest donor.
“She needs closure,” Alistair said. “Behind the go.”
That looked at the card, then at Alistair. “Right this way.”
They were led down a long corridor lined with holding calls. Skyw could feel the eyes of the inmates on her. She kept her head high, clutching the lapel of Alistair’s jacket.
They entered a darkened chervation room. Through the one-way mirror, the interrogation room was hathed in harsh fluorescent light.
Liam sat at a metal table. He looked small. His nose was taped, his face a map of purple and blue bruises. His broken arm was cradled against his chast. He was rocking back and forth slightly, muttering to himself.
“Sky” Liam mumbled to the empty room. “She came back… she came back…”
Sky felt a chill that had nothing to do with the air conditioning. “He’s delusional,” she said.
“He’s desperate,” Alistair corrected. “And desperate men are dangerous. But broken men? Broken men are useful.”
The door to the interrogation room opened. A lawyer walked in-not the family attorney, but a four known for making felonies disappear.
“Don’t say a word, Liam,” the lawyer hissed. “We’re getting you out on bail. Beatrice posted the bond.”
Skye turned to Alistair. “He can’t walk. If he walks, he comes after me.”
Alistair pulled out his phone. “He won’t walk. Watch.”
He dialed a number. “DA Reynolds? It’s Thorne. I’m looking at Liam Kensington. I think he’s about to confess to something much bigger than unlawful imprisonment. You might want to listen in.”
He hung up and pointed at the glass.
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Inside the room, Liam looked up at his lawyer. “I didn’t do it alone.”
The lawyer free. “Liam, shut up.”
“It wasn’t my idea,” Liam said, his voice rising, cracking. “It was Victor. Victor Sterling, And Petunia. They brought her to me. They drugged her.”
Skyw’s breath hitched. “Finally,” she whispered, her hands clenching into fists. “He’s giving us the link. I knew they were behind it, but now we have it on record.”
“Rats always at each other when the ship sinks,” Alistair said, his eyes glaming in the dark.
The buzzing of the fluorescent light inside the interrogation room was a physical irritant, like a fly trapped in Liam Kensington’s skull. He slammed his good fat on the metal table, the sound echoing flatly against the cinderblock walls.
“I want to see her!” Liam shouted at the mirror, knowing instinctively that someone was watching, “Sky I know you’re there! Tell them! Tell them wwwww reconciling”
Inside the cervation room, Skyw stood motionls. Her reflection in the glass ghosted over Liam’shattered face.
“He truly believes his own,” she whispered.