Just Evil (The Evil Secrets Trilogy) by McKeehan Vickie

Author:McKeehan, Vickie [McKeehan, Vickie]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Beachdevils Press
Published: 2011-12-02T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 15

Boston and Griffin. Together. The idea rankled St. John as he followed Holloway into the living room and settled next to his partner on the sofa. When St. John looked up, he met the cold hard glare of the angry man sitting across from him on the opposite couch.

The two men had stared each other down at Alana’s funeral, and now, Jake sat with his jaw clenched, looking like he might explode from the tension. St John did his best to ignore him, concentrated instead on the woman in question; who stood with her arms wrapped around herself in a protective lock, and noted how nervous she was.

Holloway, the good cop, started the interview with a gentle voice, wanting to know, “Ms. Griffin, we need you to tell us more about the relationship with your mother. Tell us about the abuse. When did it start? When did it stop? The neighbors tell us you rarely saw your mother these days, that they rarely saw you at the house after you moved out as a teen.”

What was he saying? She’d never once gone back to that house after she’d moved out. Thinking back to her past, a cool, detached mask slid over her face. She started to feel pressure build up in her chest just as it had so many other times when she’d talked about her childhood with Dr. Strasburg. She tried to make herself relax. “That’s true,” she said barely above a whisper.

She looked into Dan Holloway’s dove gray eyes for any friendly sign. Despite the soft voice, those eyes didn’t relay an ounce of sympathy but rather cold hard steel rods searching for the truth.

She reminded herself that he was simply doing his job. This time she needed to do better, answer his questions. She wouldn’t freeze up. She’d focus. If she didn’t answer correctly—there was so much on the line now. Jake was in her life. She had so much to look forward to. She noticed Holloway’s mouth moving.

“You want to elaborate?”

“There were the usual bruises and broken bones.” Now she was wringing her hands.

She heard Holloway suck in a breath, heard an impatient voice coming from St. John, the bad cop. “You inherit your mother’s sizeable fortune, an estate that amounts to millions, and you act as if you don’t really care that she’s dead. You didn’t cry at the funeral. You didn’t seem all that upset when we told you she’d been murdered, brutally.” He let the words stick, before adding, “When was the last time you saw her?”

Kit drew in a deep breath, let it out. Her eyes glazed over. “The first of January, her birthday. I dressed up, wore a dress. I always wore a dress, had to; she wouldn’t allow me to wear jeans. She didn’t like it when I wore pants of any kind. Let’s see, where did we eat? Oh. We had lunch at Luigi’s; she had the shrimp scampi. I had the broiled chicken. The meal lasted an hour and a half.

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