Page 237 of The Protector’s Daughter
Sean crouches in front of me.
“Look at me.”
I do.
“That building can be replaced.”
“It was your home.”
“It was a house.”
“It was your company.”
“My company is standing in the hallway arguing over who gets the last blueberry turnover.”
A man says, “There are two left.”
Another voice answers, “Not anymore.”
Sean closes his eyes.
Hayley almost smiles.
“The seven men are Iron Ridge,” Sean continues. “Not the building.”
I tighten my arms around the backpack.
“What else happened?”
Sean glances at Hayley.
She nods.
“One of Navarro’s men said Greg told him you stole something when you escaped the warehouse.”
I stare at him.
“What?”
“A list.”
“I didn’t.”
“We believe you.”
“You didn’t even ask what happened.”
“You told us what happened.”
“I hit one man with a pipe. I hit another man in the knee. Then I ran.”
“You didn’t take anything?”
“No.”
“Did you pick up a phone? Papers? A wallet?”
“I didn’t stop long enough to pick up my own jacket.”
