Chapter 6
Visiting hours came and went, along with dinner on a cart, without any sign from Cody’s parents. A nurse came in to collect the magazines he was done with and let him know that his mom called to apologize that they ran late and would visit in the morning.
The door opened shortly after eight and Detective Duarte walked in.
“Hi, Cody.” The detective pulled a seat up near the bed. “What’cha up to?”
“Hey, um, sitting here.” Cody tried not to recoil from Duarte. He seemed likable enough, even though he could destroy his life. “What are you doing here?”
“We didn’t get much time to talk yesterday, so I wanted to swing by and see how you’re holding up. Maybe the time’s helped your memory some?”
“Not really.” Is this an interrogation? What do I do?
“When you and your mom moved into
