Father (Family Values Trilogy Book 2) by Patrick Logan

Author:Patrick Logan [Logan, Patrick]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Pathological Ink
Published: 2016-08-28T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 38

“You can’t go back in there, Kendra.”

Kendra didn’t even bother answering. Instead, she pushed by Brett and reached for the door to the interrogation room.

“Kendra!”

Brett rarely raised his voice, so this time when he shouted, Kendra paused. She didn’t turn, didn’t let go of the door handle, but she did hesitate before pulling it wide.

“Kendra, you can’t go back in there,” he repeated.

Now she turned, eyes blazing.

“What?”

Brett had a depressed look on his face—tired and downtrodden.

“You can’t go in, Kendra.”

Kendra looked around briefly. The outer room was a mess, the chair pushed the wrong way against the wall, the stack of notes that had been there when they had first arrived scattered across the desk, with several sheets on the floor covered in footprints.

“What the fuck happened here? Where’s Peter McGuire?”

“Kendra,” his voice was soft now. “You can’t go in.”

“The fuck I can’t. Where is Peter?”

For the first time since entering the room, she noticed that Brett had something in his hand, an envelope. It was old and worn, the corners brown, the entire surface dirty with finger smudges.

“What is that?”

“Kendra, I had to call him. I had no choice.”

Kendra ignored the comment, and instead indicated the envelope with her hand.

“What the fuck is that, Brett?”

“Nothing,” he said, but the way he moved it protectively behind him, a subtle, yet telling movement, made him a liar. “I had to cuff Peter.”

The door handle in her hand suddenly felt icy cold. She gripped and twisted the metal, trying to warm it. Instead, she only served to make it slick with the sweat that seemed to suddenly cover her entire body.

Brett’s eyes went to the floor.

“And I had to call him. I had to.”

Kendra ground her teeth; there was no question who him was in this context.

“You fucking asshole.”

Brett looked up, and again she saw sadness in his blue eyes.

“I had to. Come on, I had no choice. You smell like a bar, you’re sweating like crazy, and you lost your mind, Kendra. I had to.”

She wanted to walk over and punch him; she wanted to walk over to Brett and punch him directly in the face.

“You didn’t mind my drinking last night, did you, Brett?”

“That’s different.”

“Why? Why was it different?”

Brett had no immediate answer. Instead, he continued along the same narrative that he had been spouting ever since she had arrived.

“Kendra, I’m sorry, but you can’t go in there.”

Kendra quickly weighed her options. She had never seen Brett like this, his usual lopsided smirk now a saggy frown, the glint in his eyes all but worn away. Brett wasn’t an aggressive person, like her preferring to use her mind rather than her body, but he had changed. This case wasn’t just wearing on her, it appeared, but Brett as well.

Her ‘extra-curricular’ experience with Brett told her that if he wanted to, he was more than capable of stopping her.

Physically stopping her.

But the real question was… would he?

Thankfully, a sound behind him gave Kendra the momentary distraction that she needed. She barely heard the officer’s words as she pulled the door wide.

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