I was there to placate his suspicions and appeal to his paternal instincts. The fact that he was interrogating me again for the second time in one week was unfortunate and certainly nothing that should impede Zoë’s well-being.
Patris’ threat hung over me like a cloud full of lightening. It didn’t help that my car was parked out front in plain view for him to see. I took a deep breath. Simple. The next time he called, which I had a feeling would be soon, I’d explain that I had no choice. One of Zoë’s friends was in trouble and I had to get the police involved.
I almost laughed aloud. I was presuming Patris was capable of empathy. “There’s something you’re not telling me, Professor,” Lacroix said. “I can put Zoë in protective custody, if you can explain a direct threat on her life.”
“I’ve
