Evander didn’t try to talk on the ride back to the station, didn’t even try to meet Benen’s eye. Benen wanted desperately to touch him, reassure him, but couldn’t. He had no idea how to get Evander out of this mess—he still didn’t want to believe the man guilty—and it made him feel sick to see Evander looking so miserable. The man didn’t even complain when he was shoved back down in the chair in the interrogation room.
“You want me to bring him a cup of water?” asked Benen as they all had another round of wakeleaf tea. “He’s been here since last night with nothing to eat or drink, and it’s almost noon.”
“That’s why I’m so hungry,” said Raldina.
“Food after questioning,” said Thea. “It’ll make you sharp. And go ahead and get that cup of water, but give it to me. We’ll see if it’ll tempt
