When Grayson saw Xavier walk into the interrogation room, he had never been so relieved to see someone in his life. He had been in the police department all morning answering questions, but it had all boiled down to the same question: Did you do it? Did you kill Dima Franz?
“Xavier! You’re here! What took you so long, man?” Grayson asked, relieved to see his brother.
“I’ve been in the waiting room with Ari. They just let me come back.” Xavier pulled him in for a hug and then released him. “How are you holding up?”
“I’m okay.” Grayson sighed. “How’s Ari?”
Xavier c****d his head to the side. “Worried.” Xavier sat in one of the chairs. “She and I were waiting together.” He smirked. “The police officer didn’t believe that Ari was your wife. The policewoman was practically asking her for
