Xavier’s face flushed. He felt his heartbeat beating against his own ear. He wanted to scream at Metro Police but Peter, who was in the paned-glass visitation room with him, on the ground floor of the Data building, tempered him.
“Why would anyone want to kill Mitchell Grant?”
“That’s what we’re asking you, Agent Gooding.” Sergeant Smith drummed her fingers. “When was the last time you saw him?”
Xavier looked at Peter, who knew the circumstances of the meet-up with Bradley. “I last ran into him at the Lavender Dungeon.”
The second Metro officer who sat next to Sergeant Smith turned away to chuckle. To her credit, Sergeant Smith didn’t change her demeanor. “I’m familiar with the Lavender Dungeon. Did you go with him there?”
“No, we ran into him.”
“We?”
Xavier looked at Peter. One rea
