CHAPTER 9
Kennedy had to stand up. Had to move her legs. She paced back and forth along the far wall of the ER waiting room where she hoped not too many patients and visitors could overhear. “What do you mean they think Nick did it? That’s ridiculous.” She tested her words, surprised they didn’t come out a little more forcefully.
“I know, but everyone heard them fighting. That’s the thing. And that dumb detective doesn’t know him. He doesn’t care. I tried explaining to him that Nick and Carl have fought for years and never once did it turn violent, but he was all like, I’ll question you if I’ve got any time after I’m finished with your boyfriend, and he just lifted his little coffee cup in my face and basically told me where to go.”
Coffee cup? That sounded familiar. “Is it Drisklay?” K
