Chapter Nine
Had Ivan actually gone for two full hours without thinking about his mother’s death? As Tucker pulled his car into the driveway, reality struck. Ivan grew serious, remembering why he was with the handsome detective. For most of the ride back from Deckerville, they’d laughed and talked. Tucker had reached across the seat a couple of times to touch Ivan’s arm. It was nice to be thinking of something other than the harsh reality Ivan now faced.
“You sure you want to go through with this? I can drive you back to the diner to pick up your car.”
“No, I really want to see the video. I need to.”
“And what if it destroys your father’s alibi?”
Ivan looked down at the dashboard, not wanting to make eye contact in the moment. “I don’t know. I’ll have to accept it for what it is. Eith
