Chapter 4It’s far from the first interrogation room Dustin has been in, but it doesn’t mean that he likes them. They are so soulless, without character—Dustin doesn’t like that. He’s not sure how long he’s been sitting at the small desk when the door opens again. Two people walk in—a woman, and Ronan, the private detective from the crime scene.
“You’re not a cop,” Dustin points out.
“Neither are you, but that doesn’t stop you from showing up at crime scenes. But I’m working with the police as a consultant,” Ronan tells him, taking a seat.
The woman takes the other seat. “I’m Detective Hicks. Ronan told me he’d already met you.” Detective Hicks smiles.
“And what did he have to say?” Dustin asks her, but he’s looking at Ronan, trying to get the measure of this guy.
“That you might be th
