Make Me Sin by J. T. Geissinger

Author:J. T. Geissinger
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance, Series, New Adult & College, Contemporary
ISBN: 9781503951525
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2016-01-12T05:00:00+00:00

It’s not anywhere near as bad as my father has warned. For one thing, one of the two officers is a woman, an attractive young Latina who listens to me seriously, nodding, taking copious notes. For another, the male officer looks like he’s been on the job all of two weeks.

I suppose he hasn’t had enough time to be properly indoctrinated into the “brotherhood.”

The entire interview takes about thirty minutes. At the end of it, the female officer, Garcia, her badge reads, casually mentions they weren’t able to get a statement from Eric yet, who, to my horror, is somewhere in the same hospital.

“Why not?” asks my father.

Officer Lawrence, the young male, says, “Because he just got out of surgery.”

My father raises his brows. “Surgery?”

“Yep. A dislocated kneecap and shattered tibia, a broken arm, a ruptured spleen . . .” He consults his notepad. “Three broken ribs, some pretty serious internal bleeding that took a long time to get under control, and a fractured jaw.” He looks up. “Had to have it wired shut. He’ll be sucking all his meals through a straw for at least a month.”

A grim smile spreads over my father’s face.

Officer Garcia says, “We’d like to talk to your friend, Ms. Carmichael. The man who accompanied you to the hospital? We need to get his statement also.”

Fear slices through me like an arctic wind. If A.J. has done that much damage to Eric, will he be facing prosecution? Eric told me about A.J.’s prior record, I know all about the three-strikes law, and I’m pretty sure what he’s done will be considered aggravated assault. To a police officer, no less . . .

Desperate, I look at my father.

Without missing a beat, he says, “He’s my client. I’ll need to be present when his statement is taken.”

The two officers share a glance. Officer Lawrence says, “Of course. Is he here?”

From the doorway, a voice says, “He’s right here.”

Everyone turns. The officers share another look, but I’m staring at my father, holding my breath.

To anyone who hasn’t been in A.J.’s presence before, he can be overwhelming. His sheer size, combined with his crackling intensity, tends to frighten people. The way he glares at you from under his lowered brows doesn’t help.

And there’s the matter of the tattoos.

But my father merely gazes at him with a look of intense scrutiny. There’s no judgment, just a narrow-eyed, fierce assessment, a collecting of all the visual facts. He and A.J. stare at each other for what feels like a very long time.

Then my father relaxes slightly and does this thing with his head, a jerky upward tilt of his chin I’ve never seen him make before. It looks suspiciously like a gangster greeting and a wordless acceptance, all in one.

Or maybe I’m making it up. I probably have a head injury in addition to everything else.

Officer Garcia asks, “Mister . . . ?”

“Edwards.” A.J. steps into the room. When the male officer takes an involuntary step back, I try not to smile.

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