She slipped her cell back in her pocket.
“Who was that?” the officer asked.
“Just my roommate.” Kennedy tried to meet his eyes. Wouldn’t most cops be able to tell when someone was lying? “It was her car I was in tonight, and she was just ...”
“Yeah, the car,” Dominic interrupted. “Maybe we can start there.”
Kennedy stared at her lap as if the answers to all his questions might magically appear on her jeans. Why was this so difficult? Her dad had told her to wait before complaining to the police. He didn’t tell her what to do if they stopped and questioned her. Why had she thought it’d be a good idea to come here at all? She could be on her third cup of tea at the Lindgrens’ by now.
Dominic let out a loud sigh. “How about this. Let’s start with me telling you what I know, and then you
