“Hold the front fucking door!” I scream. “You killed my fiancé?”
“Don’t act all high and mighty. That man never loved you. He simply loved the idea of you.”
I shake my head. “You don’t even believe in love, so what does it matter to you?”
“He tried to kill you,” Lucas says, his hands gripping the wheel. “So, I did him a favor and killed him.”
“What am I meant to do or say now?” I sit back.
Fuck! Holy shit. Fuck!
“You say nothing. I’m coming in with you.”
“Good. I’ll tell them you did it,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Don’t be stupid.” He laughs.
The problem is I wasn’t joking.
“Or do you plan to throw me under the bus like you did with your father?”
Lucas slams on the brakes and looks at me. A car behind us honks loud, but he doesn’t care.
“You remember?” he asks.
I should lie.
“No, Merci told me.”
He nods then starts driving again.
“I would never do that again. And as for your fiancé, he cheated on you, used you, and told me I could have you.” He shakes his head. “Little did he know you weren’t his to give away. You were always mine.”
“I’m not yours, Lucas,” I snap as we come to a stop out in front of the police station. As soon as we get out, a man in a suit with a briefcase walks over and stops near Lucas.
“Sir.” He nods, then addresses me, “Miss.”
“This is Chanel. Please advise her that it’s in her best interests not to speak.”
“Miss, it’s best you let me do all the talking in there. Please don’t directly answer anything they ask you. Just look to me to answer for you or for direction.”
“Who are you?” I ask.
“My lawyer,” Lucas answers. Then he places his hand on the small of my back and guides me up the stairs and into the station. As soon as the officers behind the counter see Lucas, their eyes go wide, and one runs off. We wait in the lobby before two detectives come and get me. Lucas’s lawyer follows me while Lucas stays behind. Everyone watches him and looks the other way when he glances at them.
We’re taken to a small interrogation room, and we all sit.
“Thank you for coming in. We aren’t here to investigate you, Miss Lilly, we just want to ask a few routine questions.” I nod but say nothing. “How well do you know Dr. Farris Child?” one of the detectives asks.
I look to my lawyer, who nods, indicating I can answer, so I place my hands on the table.
“I’m not sure how much you’ve been told, but I have no memory of him.”
Both detectives stare at me wide-eyed.
“How is that possible? He was your fiancé, was he not?”
“So I’ve been told.” I shrug my shoulders. “Farris was driving and had an accident. I was in the car, hit my head, and lost my memory. So, I can’t tell you much about him. Apart from when he came to my room after the accident, which was the last time I saw him.”