CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
An hour later, Osana snuggled against her mother in the hallway when the men carried Ulysses out of the office in a body bag.
“Okay.” The gray-haired detective looked over his report. “Is there anything else you wanna tell me?”
Wanda shook her head.
“And you sure neither of you don’t want to go to the hospital?” The detective gestured to them with his pen. “Not hurt in any way?”
Osana exhaled. “I wanna forget everything about tonight.”
“I don’t think that’s happening soon.” Wanda kissed her forehead.
“Do you need a ride home?” the officer asked them.
“No.” Osana put her arm around Wanda’s back. “You believe that this was self-defense, right?”
“No doubt in my mind, but we’ll need to do a thorough investigation still,” the detective said. “Mrs. Spears
