AUTHOR’S POV
Lucas forces a tight smile. "No, of course. I’ll answer your questions,” he says smoothly. Then, tilting his head slightly, he gestures at himself. "I need to get a warm jacket if that is okay." Detective Harris nods. "Go ahead."
Lucas steps back inside, closing the door behind him, but the detective keeps it open and enters behind him. Taking long strides to his closet, his heart slams against his ribs, and his mind races.
What the hell is going on? Why are they questioning him again?
They did this initially, as they did with everyone else and he gave them his account of events; he was at home. He said he had nothing to do with the shooting. So, why are they here today?
He moves quickly, shrugging off his jacket, careful with the syringe inside. He tosses it onto the
