Twenty-Nine
“WHY AM I EVEN HERE?”
Dressed in her signature black, Chloe is slumped in the chair in the interview room. Helen and Dan are in there too, on the other side of the table.
I’m in the viewing room, as I usually am.
Why?
Oh, well, you know . . .
“We just had a few questions for you,” Helen says pleasantly. “Shouldn’t take too long.”
“Well, I hope not,” she snaps. “I have places to be.”
“Oh?” Dan says, sitting back and putting his hands behind his head. “That why your bags were packed when Officer Potter picked you up?”
I raise my eyebrows at this. Helen had not told me this.
“You didn’t have to send him, you know,” she says. “You coulda just called. I want to help find out what happened to Rex, too, you know?”
“We’ll get to Rex in a few minutes,” Helen says. “We’re not
