-Caleb-
All things being equal, I’d have rather been back at the motel having s*x therapy with Jocelyn. As it was, I was now sitting at a table across from Pierson, who had taken out a recording device and a notepad.
“Mr. Killeen, do you mind if I record this conversation?” Pierson asked.
“Go right ahead,” I replied.
Pierson turned on the recorder and said the date and the crime in question. Then he looked at me. “Please state your name for the record.”
“Caleb Killeen,” I responded clearly.
“And you’re sure you don’t want an attorney present?” Pierson asked.
I shook my head. “Not at this time, thank you. I’d just like to get this off my chest.”
“Fair enough. So, Miss Collins was saying you killed a man in defense of another. Her?” Pierson said.
I nodded. “Yes, sir. Bill shot at me
