“I will.”
The two stared each other down.
“Piece of advice,” Tyson said. “If you’re going to make an accusation, get your facts straight.”
Dickhead shrank under his gaze.
Tyson was not a guy to fuck with.
“When I get my facts straight, she’ll be in jail for good.” Dickhead strutted away. “You might be, too.”
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“I figured you could use some help. Looks like I figured right. What happened to your face?”
“I’ll tell you all about it later. Tyson, this is my attorney, Preston. Preston, Tyson Wild.”
The two shook hands.
“Don’t worry,” he assured. “I’m on top of this and her other case.”
Tyson regarded him with caution. He didn’t trust easily.
“She’ll be just fine.”
We joined TJ in the waiting area.
Preston whispered in my ear, “We have things to discuss, but not here.”
A horde of media swarmed outside.
I introduced Tyson to TJ, and the two shook hands.
“I don’t know about anybody else, but I’m ready to get the hell out of here,” I said.
“You’re coming with me,” Tyson said.
“What if I don’t want to go with you?” I replied, just to be sassy.
He gave me a look that was not to be contested. He’d just spent 12 hours on a plane and wasn’t in the mood for my bullshit.
“I’m just going to go with him,” I said to Preston and TJ. “Thank you both for everything.”
I prepared myself for the onslaught, then stepped outside.
Cameras and microphones closed in.
Tessa shouted, “Did you kill Ray Richmond?”
Cameras flashed.
“Was he involved in Grayson’s death?”
Tyson kept them at bay as we hustled to his car.
“Is it true that Grayson was having an affair with Sierra Langston?”
I tried to stifle my surprise that she knew.
