Chapter Twenty-Four
Down but not out.
After answering a barrage of questions from my friend Detective Welsh, I crashed hard for the rest of the day. Andrew might have been gone, but his daughter was clearly a chip off the old block. She had called a number of her father’s contacts, and in the end, the police decided that it was easier to let me go than deal with the political pressure they were facing.
At around three in the afternoon, I finally got back to my apartment. In the midst of questioning, I had also been ignoring calls from Remay. She knew I’d survived the ordeal, but she wanted to check up on me. I should have been grateful for her concern. Although I did want to speak to her, I couldn’t focus right then. I remember thinking I should call her back but ended up falling asleep
