Cody shrugs as he walks to the door and opens it.
“He was right, you are here,” the officer scowls.
“Who was right?” Cody asks, confused.
“Lawrence Gardiner.”
A knot forms in the pit of my stomach. How the hell would my father know Cody was here, and why are there police here now?
“What’s going on?” I demand.
The officer steps inside, and another one follows right behind him.
“I’m sorry Ms. Taylor,” the first officer says. “I’m Officer Williams, and this is Officer Simpson. I’m afraid there’s a warrant out for Cody Anthony.”
“A warrant? For what?” Cody questions.
“Murder,” Simpson says.
“Murder? Of who?” I ask, stunned.
“Randy Sinclair,” Williams tells me before turning back to Cody. “Please turn around.”
I watch in horror as the officer handcuffs him. Tears fall and I don’t even try to stop them.
I grab Cody’s arm. “What should I do?”
The officer removes my hand. I glare at him.
“Call Rover. Do you still have his card that I gave you?”
“Yes.”
“Call him. He’ll know what to do.”
I nod. “Okay.”
“Let’s go,” Williams pulls Cody out of my apartment.
I watch as they help him into the back of a police car. He stares at me as they pull away.
Murder? Of Randy? Why the hell would they suspect Cody? I crumple to the floor in sobs. Dad, what did you do?
CHAPTER26
Cody
How dothey have evidence against me? What the hell do they have? I’m still reeling. Officer Williams told me I might as well plead guilty since they have so much evidence against me. For now, I’m in a cell. Waiting. And all I can do is think.
Lucy’s dad told the officers where I was. How the hell did he know? Did he have someone following us?
Maybe it was Vince that told Lawrence. But all I told him was that I planned to be with Lucy. And I circle back to the thought that Lawrence had someone following either me or Lucy.
Would Lawrence go so far as to set me up for murder? I know the man never wanted me with his daughter, but I thought after all these years, he’d realize he can’t control her. But he has apparently found a way to keep me away from her. Again. Just like he said he would.
I hope like hell Lucy doesn’t think I could have done this. She has to trust me. It’s clear I’m here for the night so I lie down on a bench and close my eyes.
I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I know, light is streaming in from the small window above me. I sit up and groan. The bench was about as comfortable as sleeping on the floor.
