Marcus broke out into a cold sweat and ran into the hallway. When he disappeared from our view, I turned to my grandmother. “This is getting to be quite the complicated mess. I need to talk to Dermot myself.”
Nana D approved of my plan, then suggested Jordan prepare afternoon tea. I decided not to stick around, instead contacting April to beg for consent to speak with Dermot before his formal booking.
As I arrived at the Sheriff's Office, she situated Dermot in one of her interrogation rooms. “You have ten minutes. I'm sitting with you. Don't make me regret agreeing to this ridiculous idea.”
I followed her into the room and used the first minute to evaluate Dermot's appearance and mindset. He was obviously struggling to deal with his separation from alcohol during the last three days, a
