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Zee: I have faith in your brain.
Tee: I love you too. Go and hop on that husband for me, you hear?
Zee: That’s not weird. At all.
Tee: :*
Colt
Ipin my wrists together and hold them out.
“Don’t tempt me,” Terry warns, holding the door to the interview room open.
Marc Robard, my attorney, takes a seat beside me as I settle in for whatever BS Terry’s going to ask me about.
There’s a reason I haven’t been arrested, as much as there’s a reason why he asked me to come in. A part of me thought it might have something to do with last night’s fun and games, but I don’t think Terry would have disturbed me so early in the morning if it was MC-related.
I woke up to Marc’s call with the RCMP’s request for another interview, then had to disentangle myself from Zee’s arms.
This wasnota part of my to-do list today and my patience is rapidly wearing thin with this imbecilic investigation.
“When was the last time you spoke with Clyde?”
“Around about the time I got married. I know he sneaked onto the ranch one day after the wedding. Mrs. Abelman’s the only one who spoke to him.
“As I’ve already told you, Zee’s talked to him more recently. He wants her to spy on me.”
Terry blinks. Marc clears his throat.
“Your family, I swear.”
“Tell me about it. He’s ignoring me. Since I threw him off the ranch, he’s not very happy with me, much as I’m not happy with him.”
“For the obvious reason that he wants to spy on you?”
“That and he stole from me.”
Terry rubs his jaw. “What did he steal?”
“The ranch.”
“The ranch,” the sergeant repeats blankly. “How did he do that?”
Marc interrupts, “We’ll present our case to the appropriate channels once our investigation is complete.”
Terry frowns. “Then why tell me?”
“Because I didn’t want you to think I was colluding with him for any reason. The man made my childhood hell and nearly killed my mother. I put a protective order on him and you think I’m on his side?” I scoff. “You have to wonder if he’s trying to frame me to stop the investigation into his dealings. He could lose everything if he can’t stop me from digging deep.”
Terry’s eyes widen but it’s Marc who demands, “Was there a reason for this interview?”
“For the record,” Terry mutters, still looking shell-shocked by my comment. “I’m showing Mr. Korhonen Marcy Armstrong’s journal.”
My brows lift. “You found her journal?”
“Doug gave it to us.”
I stare at him, then at it. “There’s a new piece of evidence in there?”