“You trusted her.”
It wasn’t a question.
“Yes.”
Ruiz closed her notebook.
“We’ll need to speak with her.”
A tiny unease moved through me.
“Bell has her contact information.”
“We’ll handle that.”
She stood.
“I want you to get some rest.”
I almost argued.
Then I saw Liam’s expression.
“Fine.”
Ruiz gave me a card.
“My direct number is on the back. If Mr. Hayes contacts you, do not delete anything. You are not obligated to respond.”
“He’ll contact me.”
“Maybe.”
“He will.”
Ruiz studied me for a moment.
“Then let him decide what he wants to put in writing.”
After she left, Liam stayed.
He turned off the overhead light and sat by the window.
“You don’t have to babysit me,” I said.
“Good. I wasn’t planning to.”
“What are you doing?”
“Enjoying this excellent chair.”
I looked at the narrow hospital recliner.
