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With every question, my answers get shorter. My agitation builds like pressure in a boiler ready to blow. Finally, I’ve had enough of this fucking shit show.

“Do you have any evidence?”

She purses her lips, and that tells me everything I need to know.

I shove out of my chair, the metal legs screeching against the floor. “Then we’re done here.”

“Knox, wait,” she begins but I level her with a look that’s made grown men take a step back.

“You can’t keep us here unless you arrest us. Are you going to do that?”

She hesitates, and I can see the wheels turning in her head. She wants to say yes, but she doesn’t have jack shit and we both know it.

“No.”

I nod once. “Then we’re leaving.”

Chapter Thirty-Six

CALLIE

My boots wear a path in the asphalt as I pace back and forth in front of my Rav4. The police station looms behind me, an ominous brick building that’s seen better days, and I can’t stop the sick twist in my stomach every time I think about Knox, Brax, and Jax locked up somewhere inside those walls.

This is all my fault.

Tourists meander down the sidewalk, buzzing with excitement that’s too much for what I’m feeling right now. I duck my head and avoid eye contact. My phone buzzes for the hundredth time. I don’t look at it. I can’t handle another message right now.

“Excuse me?”

A woman approaches, hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail, designer clothes that scream not from around here. She has a hungry look on her face that makes my skin crawl.

I keep pacing, pretend I don’t hear her, and avoid eye contact. Maybe she’ll go away if I don’t acknowledge her.

“Are you waiting for someone?” Her voice has that fake friendly tone that sets my teeth on edge.

Nope. Not happening.

I turn away from her, but she steps closer. “Is it true about Theo?”

My breath catches. How does she even know about that? I whip around to ask her that very question, but then I see the phone in her hand, camera lens pointed right at me.

Goddammit. Why can’t these vultures leave me alone?

“You should leave.” My voice comes out rough. I probably sound like a bitch, but I’m past caring.

She takes a step closer, invading my space with a ruthless smirk. “But my followers have a few questions⁠—”

“Go away!”

My shout echoes off the building and she makes a face, pity or annoyance, and glances around. My pulse quickens as people start to notice and slow down to watch the show.

“Callie, tell us why your boyfriends murdered Theo.”

The accusation makes my spine snap straight. Oh hell no. No one is going to smear their name in front of me. “They didn’t,” I say through gritted teeth.

She moves closer, shoving her phone in my face. “Is it true that you came home to plot Theo’s murder?”

What the actual fuck? Is that what people think?