Chapter 12
Caitlin
“I’m not saying a word without my lawyer present.”
Yeah, I’ve watched a lot of crime television. Plus, I now have the experience of having had an actual, powerful lawyer in my court. And I want her here, right away.
“You aren’t being charged with anything. We just have some questions for you, that’s all,” a female agent dressed in a silk button-down and starched slacks says from where she stands in the corner observing. Agent Docker, I think she said her name was. Her partner, a pompous weasel with bad teeth, sits across from me at the table. I missed his name.
I fold my arms across my chest. “Lawyer. Present.”
Bad Teeth responds by sliding a blown-up photo in front of me. My mouth suddenly goes dry.
The photo is of my dad.
And Paolo.
And a few other guys I don’
