He opened the door and looked out at Detective March.
“My wife is ready to answer your questions.”
The detective moved past Blake and strolled toward the bed.
“Thank you for agreeing to see me, Mrs. Echols.”
“It's Nik,” she told him softly.
“Oh, alright,” the detective replied. “Then, call me Paul, please.”
“Okay,” Nicola said and invited him to sit down on the chair next to the bed.
“Before you get started,” Blake said, glancing down at Nicola, “do you need anything, darling?”
“No, sweetheart, thank you. I just want to get this over with. But you should sit down.”
“I'll try to make it as brief as possible, Nik.”
Nicola turned her head on the pillow and gazed at the detective.
“Good… Then, maybe I should tell you right away that I know the name of my aggressor…”
Both of them lo
