Fisher comes into the interrogation room, sits in the chair across from me, and sighs.
“What? Just tell me.”
He looks up and smiles. “Thank your best friend Fisher for bailing you out of trouble again.”
I stare at him for a beat. “He caved?”
“Yes. So again… thank your best friend Fisher.” He points at himself, his smile wide and annoying as all hell.
“Thanks. Although you could’ve been nicer when you arrested me. You didn’t even let me get a shirt.”
He stands and I follow suit. “I can’t treat you differently than I would anyone else. People wouldn’t vote for me next year.” He shrugs.
“I hit somebody to protect the honor of your sister.”
I don’t miss the way his jaw tightens at the mention of what happened to Chevelle. “I didn’t know that. I thought maybe you got drunk and got into
