“You were at the scene?”
“Yes.” Please don’t put me in jail.
“Was Martin Iverson alive when you arrived?”
“No.” I swallowed nausea. “No. He wasn’t merely dead, but really most sincerely dead.”
“Was Damon outside your supervision at any time that day?”
“Well, I… I didn’t see him until after work, but I knew he was there. He doesn’t leave me alone. I’m a new Lumi, you know. Two vamp attacks and counting.” I remembered suddenly that he had left, yesterday, after he almost bit me. Left me for, what, twenty minutes? Was that long enough to have made confetti out of Martin Iverson? Not and have time to clean up and buy—or even steal—the Scrabble board, surely. But the Formyndari might disagree. Better to keep my mouth shut.
Priscilla was eyeing me very narrowly. “How long have you been bef
