Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58: Interrogation #3

The interrogation room is too familiar.

Officer Daniels sits in a chair across from me, as if we’re friends. The table is scooted off to the side this time, I guess to give a more intimate atmosphere.

But it’s all fake.

My skin itches and burns, leaving me shifting restlessly in my seat, even as I chide myself to stop. All that movement’s going to make me look guilty.

But it’s frustrating. Why should someone innocent ever have to worry about looking guilty?

Maybe it’s being a little too much poor me, but seriously—it’s ridiculous. I’m a victim, too. I might be alive, but I seriously need to spend a solid month on a therapist’s couch with a gallon of ice cream daily and some soft squishy stuffed animals to cuddle with.

Biting back the hysterical giggle bubbling up at that thought, I focus instead on Officer Daniels’ words.

"And what is the nature of your relationship with Officer Everett, Ms. d’Armand?"

Sliding a hand through my hair in frustration, I ask, "What does that have to do with the attack on Officer Nancy?"

Apparently her last name is Stewart. Officer Nancy Stewart. But that sounds weird in my head, so I keep calling her Officer Nancy.

"He seemed pretty ready to jump to your rescue when I was just asking a few innocent questions. I’m thinking there’s a reason for that, isn’t there?"

Yeah, there are. But I’m not going to throw him under the bus, even though it’s pretty clear by this point that he’s going to be taken off my case.

"Maybe he realized something weird’s going on and he wanted to be an upstanding officer of the law," I drawl, kicking myself mentally for my antagonistic sarcasm.

Officer Daniels, still playing friendly, leans forward, his hands loosely clasped between his knees. "Now, this shifter you claim you saw—"

The door to the interrogation room opens, and the familiar face of Officer Davis pops in. "Mind if I join in, Daniels?"

"Not a problem."

Officer Davis takes the only remaining chair in the room, flashing me a warm smile. "Hello, Ms. d’Armand. I’m sorry to hear about what happened."

"Thank you." My answer is mechanical. Automatic, really.

Officer Davis leans forward, his eyes softening with practiced concern. "Do you need anything, Ms. d’Armand? Water? Coffee?"

I shake my head, exhaustion seeping into my bones. "No, thank you."

I stand, my legs shaky beneath me. As I make my way to the lobby, my mind whirls with questions. How could there be no evidence? I saw it happen. I was there. Traces of people don’t just disappear.

I know it’s his workplace, but there’s no reason for me to run into him every time I’m here. I’d think he was my stalker if I didn’t already know he has a massive thing for Penelope.

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