Mountain Defender (MT Ops Book 2) by Em Petrova

Author:Em Petrova [Petrova, Em]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-09-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Alexia was separated from him. Put in separate fucking rooms for interrogation.

Tripp gripped the edge of the table so hard that he expected a chunk to bust off in his hand.

He stared at the detective sitting across from him long enough to make the man squirm.

“You don’t have any cause to keep me here. I know my Miranda rights.”

The detective nodded. “We know your background and what you do. We’re hoping that you’ll just answer a few questions for us regarding your niece’s case.”

“What are you asking Alexia?”

He shifted in his seat. “That’s not up for discussion.”

“Isn’t it now?” His voice came out low, deadly.

He spread his hands. “Look, we just have a few questions and then you’re free to leave.”

Tripp leaned back in his seat, causing it to creak under his bulk. Folding his arms, he grated, “Fine.”

The detective shuffled some papers as if searching for his notes. “Can you state your relationship to Kelsey Franklin?”

Tripp all but rolled his eyes. Giving him a bland look, he sized the guy up. “How many years you been doing this job?”

He flipped his gaze to Tripp’s. “Long enough.”

“Long enough to what? Know that you guys bungled the investigation and messed up the crime scene and now you’re looking to pin a crime on someone like me? All by acting like you can’t quite remember particulars? I guess I see your point—get somebody in custody and the people of this shitty small town can sleep easy in their beds.”

“Just answer the question.”

“I’m her uncle,” he bit off with enough force to knock a fly off a pile of shit. Which was exactly what this interrogation was—total shit.

“And where were you the night of Miss Franklin’s murder?”

He leveled him in a look. “I can’t tell you that.”

A smug expression stole over the detective’s face. “And why is that?”

Tripp leaned forward and planted his folded arms on the table, looking the guy dead in the eyes. “Because,” he said slowly, “it’s classified. I was a SEAL, and we don’t talk about ops. Especially with people who have low-level clearance.”

He swore he caught a flicker of surprise in the detective’s eyes. Did he really not know all this? He wasn’t very damn good at his job.

“I shouldn’t be a suspect because I wasn’t even in the US when Kelsey was murdered. You can check. The military keeps a tight rein on people. They know where I was.”

The man fell silent and shuffled more papers around. When he gathered them into a neat stack and pushed away from the table, Tripp felt a victory lap coming on. Only when he ran past the finish, he would be flipping the bird at everybody who decided it was a good idea to drag him and Alexia in here.

“I’ll be checking on your claims.”

“You do that.”

“You’re free to leave.”

Tripp scraped his chair back and stood to his full height so he towered over the detective. “Where do I find Miss Oaks?”

“She’ll meet you outside when she’s finished.”

Tripp held his stare until the guy shifted his aside.

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