CHAPTER FOURTEEN
FRIDAY NIGHT, DEE SPED into Nelda’s driveway and parked behind the marked police car.
The male officer briefed Dee as soon as she got to Nelda’s living room.
Nelda sobbed on the beige and green striped couch. “Oh, Detective Quarter.” She held an ice pack to her swollen jaw.
“Are you all right?” Dee knelt in front of her, grabbing her hand. “I couldn’t believe what I’d heard. How could Grayson do something like this?”
“You look very nice.” Nelda sniffled, alluding to Dee’s knit, black dress and gold stilettos.
“I was on my way to a date but that doesn’t matter. What happened?”
“She says Grayson Paul pushed his way through the door.” The skinny, white officer pointed toward the door with his notepad. “Threatened her and hit her.”
Dee closed her eyes. “Are you sure, N
