Page 122 of Broken Daddy

And with that, Hayes had had enough. “Get out.”

“Excuse me?” Detective Brown blustered. “You cannot tell me that! You’re lucky I allowed you to stay.”

“You’re lucky I let this continue. But I’ve had enough. Until you can learn to speak to a victim with respect and empathy, you will not be anywhere near Devi.”

Detective Williams had the good sense to look slightly ashamed. Since they’d come in, these two detectives had had an air of condescending superiority toward Devi.

And he was done.

They could leave. And he’d have their badges.

Well, maybe not the younger one. He’d shown some sympathy to Devi.

“You have no say in what we do or where we go, Mr. Hayes. And if Miss Dawson refuses to answer our questions, then we’ll have to arrest her for obstructing justice.”

“Is that right, Detective?”

Hayes glanced over as Kent stepped into the room, along with Gwen, who was the one who’d spoken.

“Who are you people?” Detective Brown demanded.

Hayes gave Kent a questioning look. What was Gwen doing here?

“Dominic told Gwen what was going on,” Kent explained. “They both decided to fly out here and see if they could help.”

“We landed just over an hour ago,” Gwen said. “And just in time. Did you just threaten to arrest the victim of a brutal crime, detective?”

Gwen whipped out her phone and quickly took photos of both of their badges, which were displayed on their belts.

“What’s going on?” Devi asked.

“Settle in, baby, things are about to get fun,” Hayes told her, sitting on the bed next to her. He leaned back so she could see as Gwen warmed up.

“Who are you? You can’t be in here!” Detective Brown said.

“Of course I can. I’m Devi’s attorney.”

“Attorney?” she whispered.

“She’s JSI’s lawyer,” Hayes told her. “She’s also a complete shark. Just wait.”

“Her attorney?” the older guy asked. “Why does she need an attorney? We’re just interviewing her.”

“Then why did you threaten to arrest her? That would imply she needs an attorney. Of course, I’m sure the chief of police will be very interested to learn that his detectives go around threatening victims. And if not, I’m sure the press will be.”

“You cannot go to the press about this! I’ll have you disbarred.” Poor Detective Brown was growing an unfortunate purplish-red color.

“Oh, I didn’t say thatIwould go to the press,” Gwen said with a toothy grin.

See? Shark.

“Wherever did you get that idea, Detective? Now, on what grounds are you threatening my client, who I might add, is in a hospital bed after being stabbed?”

“Your client is lying to us,” Detective Brown said.

“Really?” Gwen asked.

“I’m not,” Devi said, sounding upset.