Keeping Allie (Breaking Away #3) by Raine Meli

Author:Raine, Meli [Raine, Meli]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-03-03T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

The interrogation takes place two weeks after my rescue. Detective Knowles has come to me in Los Angeles, and we’re sitting in Marissa’s apartment. Um, it’s mine, too. I live here now. It’s safer that way.

He’s a lot nicer than he was the day he questioned me and considered me a suspect in Jeff’s murder. That possibility has been dropped, thanks to some investigations done by the Drug Enforcement Agency, spearheaded by Mark.

Who I haven’t seen since the day he rescued me.

Same as Chase.

“Tell me the entire story again. Nice and slow,” the detective says. It’s not a request.

The story takes me two hours.

He’s recording the whole thing. Mom told me I needed a lawyer, but I don’t have the money and I don’t get a free one. You only get the free ones when you’ve been arrested.

I have nothing to hide.

But I don’t tell the whole truth. I play stupid when Detective Knowles asks about Mark’s involvement. I don’t have to lie about Mom anymore. She went to the police station and shocked the hell out of town officials when she reappeared, alive. Helen Boden Wakefield’s reappearance made the local newspapers for the last two weeks. Mom showed me one, then threw it in the trash.

It never made the local news out here in L.A., though. Neither did my escape.

I guess it’s just too small time for news coverage. I’m small potatoes. Nobody. Unimportant.

El Brujo, though, is the focus of the detective’s questions. I quickly realize that’s what he’s here for. He asks a lot about Jeff, Galt and Loogie. Mom told me Loogie’s a good guy; he beat Chase up that day because he thought Chase was trying to hurt her.

But Chase managed to knock him senseless, and then—

No one’s seen Chase at all.

“And Chase Halloway?” Detective Knowles asks between sips of unsweetened iced tea. His mouth is drinking but his eyes are on me. “Any idea where he is?”

I shake my head. I’m struggling not to cry.

He points to my arm, which is still bandaged. Underneath the skin is healing with the help of some skin grafts. I put special salves on it every night and check in at the burn unit for follow-up care. A nice social worker at the hospital helped me to get basic insurance. No medical bills, thank God. That’s the last thing I need.

Broken body, broken spirit, broken heart.

And I’m broke, too.

But at least I’m not in debt up to my eyeballs.

The muscles in my neck, around my throat, start to ache. I get this feeling when I think about Chase. So many unanswered questions.

“Let me understand this again. Your mother dressed up as you and Frenchie Lemeaux attempted to deliver her—thinking it was you—to El Brujo?” the detective asks.

“Yes.”

“Can you tell me more?”

“Didn’t my mom tell you the story when she came to the police station?”

“Yes, but I want to hear it from you, Allie,” the detective says, eyes alert and interested.

I sigh. I really don’t like to think about this.

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