Chapter 14

“Yes. Where is it?”

“There’s a lavatory off our office.”

“That will be fine.” She followed him and he was certain she was standing on the other side of the door, probably with her hand on her gun.

He took a piss, washed his hands and face, then stared at himself in the mirror. I look like death. No. Jeff looks…He closed his eyes against the rush of pain. Why him? He never hurt anyone. Who could have hated him so much that they’d bash his head in?

He was fairly certain he knew who the detectives thought had done that. Him. And I’ve got no alibi. Where the hell was Mr. Vernon? Why wasn’t he there?

Spence slammed out of the lavatory, heading for the back door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” the officer asked, grabbing his arm.

“I have to talk to one of the detectives.”

“Go into the living room. I’ll get one of them in here.”

She made a call and a few minutes later Detective Dean appeared. “You wanted to see me?”