“Cayden, it’s Detective
Skubisz. Are you okay?” Szymon questioned as he stood in
Cayden’s bedroom, outside the bathroom door.
A moment later, Devon James
opened the door and peered out at the detective, but Szymon glanced
past her, at Cayden.
“Are you okay?” He
questioned.
Seeming somewhat nervous, Cayden
stiffened up. “I’m fine,” he replied.
“You look pale,”
Szymon said. “Maybe I should have someone take a look at
you, just to be sure.”
“He’ll be fine,”
Devon interjected. “I think he’s a little freaked out
by the idea that someone broke into his home. Give us a minute,”
she said as she closed the door.
Turning away from the door,
Szymon sighed as Cecilia Nakamura approached him. “Hey,”
he said as she eyed him carefully. “What?” Szymon questioned.
“What is that look for?”
Cecilia simply shook her head.
“You know what this look is for, you’ve seen it before.”
“You think I’m getting
too close to the case, don’t you?” Szymon questioned.
“I think you know you
are,” Cecilia responded.
“What makes you think
that?” Szymon questioned.
“Because you dragged me
all the way here because you heard something on the radio about
a burglary. We’re homicide detectives, Szymon.”
“Yes, but this place is
part of an ongoing investigation.”
“Which we’re investigating,”
Cecilia reminded him. “You didn’t have to drag me out
of bed, on our day off, to bring me here so that I would have
to take shit from Devon James.”
“I’m sorry,”
Szymon responded.
“And what is up with you
and this kid?” Cecilia inquired. “Someone tries to
choke him and all of a sudden you appoint yourself his savior
and guardian?”
“It’s not like that,”
Szymon answered. “I’m doing my job here. These people
aren’t safe, not as long as there’s a killer on the
loose, Cici.”
“I know, but I’m
not sure if you’re actually doing your job, or if you’re
interested in more than just finding Julia Taylor’s killer.”
“What is that supposed
to mean?” Szymon inquired.
“Cayden,” Cecilia
responded. “He’s a kid, Szymon.”
“I know that, Cici,”
Szymon responded. “You think I don’t know that?”
“But that’s not it,”
Cecilia continued. “I have a feeling about him.”
“What’s that?”
Szymon questioned.
“He’s not telling
us the truth,” she explained. “Did you see his eyes
when I asked him what the burglar may have been after?”
“Yes,” Szymon responded.
“He was lying.” |
