“Anything but that,” he replied. He shook his head. “No way, no how.”
“I need to be sure she’s okay.”
He probably didn’t care if she was okay. She’d done some pretty shitty things to him.
“I can’t do it, Lynn. I’m sorry.”
“Okay,” I whispered. I blinked back tears that pooled in my eyes. “I understand.”
He let his head fall back against the back of the chair. “Fuck,” he growled. “You know I can’t resist a pregnant crying woman.”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to.”
He blew out a breath. “I’ll do it.”
I turned to face him. “Really?” I tried to bite back my excitement, but it was impossible. I’d been so worried about her. She’d taken the fall for me. I would set it all to rights, though. I would tell the truth about what really happened, as soon as Mason woke up. I couldn’t let her sit there when she’d done nothing wrong. She didn’t stab him.
“Yeah, really.”
A knock sounded on the door and Malcolm got up to open it. The private investigator stood there with two police officers. Malcolm stood between me and them. “Not now,” he said. “Her husband is still unconscious.”
“We just want to talk,” one of the police officers said.
“About what?” I asked.
“About what happened.”
“I don’t know what you mean.” I stared hard at him.
“Can you give me a second, guys?” the PI said. With some low spoken words, he ushered them from the room. Then he turned back. “I’m trying to help you here.”
“I don’t need your help.” I turned back to Mason, taking his hand again.
“You do need my help. I’m the only one who knows what really happened.”
“You weren’t there until the end. You don’t know anything.”
He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a memory card. “I was as good as there.”
“What’s that?” Malcolm asked.
“Surveillance video.”
“Where did you get it?”
“A few days before the event, I installed some cameras in Shelly’s apartment.”
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t do anything. He knew what happened. Even I didn’t know every detail. I’d only seen what Ash had shown me.
“That can’t be legal,” Malcolm protested.
“I didn’t give it to the cops.” He stared hard at me. “I can help you.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Because I think that, deep down, you’re good people. Even Shelly.”
Malcolm snorted. He jerked a thumb toward the PI. “Has he met Shelly? Apparently not.”