The ceremony would be starting soon. Somewhere across the county, my oldest friend was probably checking the door, wondering why I had broken the promise I had made beside her hospital bed the previous winter.
I would be there when she married.
I had promised.
Daniel crouched beside my chair.
“Your family has been told you’re safe. We’ll get you examined, and then—”
“Wait.”
Eli had spoken.
Johnson turned so sharply his chair scraped the floor.
“Brooks.”
The young deputy swallowed.
Nobody moved for several seconds.
Then Johnson said, “He’s new. He doesn’t understand the equipment.”
Eli’s face flushed, but he kept speaking.
“I understand a switch.”
Vega asked him to step into the adjoining interview room. Another investigator remained with the officers while Rachel helped me outside.
Sunlight hit my face so suddenly that I flinched.