“Franklin DeLuca?”
Kilo’s body went tense.
“The fuck you want?” he questioned, standing tall.
“We need to bring you in for questioning.”
He didn’t flinch. Just looked at me.
“I’ll be back,” he mumbled. “Don’t worry.”
He kissed our son, kissed me, then walked out without a single fight.
Buck and Stacks were right behind him.
I was left there holding our baby… who wasn’t even an hour old, while his father got escorted out by policemen.
22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Kilo
I didn’t even get to hold my son for a full five minutes before they came in. Two plainclothes detectives, badges out, mouths tight. They already had that look on their faces, like they already had a story in their head, and I was just supposed to play the villain in it.
When we got to the station, my lawyer, Ellis, was already there. Sharp suit, icy stare, and no patience.
Inside the room, they started their questions.
“You know a man named Sean Turner?” The one named Reece asked.
I leaned back in the chair. “Never heard of him.”
He gave me a look like he was testing me. “He’s Shayna Turner’s brother.”
I shrugged. “That don’t mean I know the nigga.”
“You didn’t recognize him when he came to your dispensary?” the second detective—Smith—asked.
I kept my face cold. “Didn’t know who he was. Could’ve been anybody. Shit happens all the time in this city.”
Reece tapped his pen. “You’re saying you have no clue why Shayna would accuse you of doing something to her brother?”
“I’ain saying shit.”
Smith leaned in. “You sure about that?”
Ellis cut in, voice sharp. “My client is not obligated to speculate. He already stated he doesn’t know Mr. Turner. Unless you’re charging him, we’re done here.”
There was a long pause before Reece sighed and shut his folder.
“You’re free to go. For now.”
I stood, fixing my collar. “I’ll be seeing y’all ’round.”
When I walked out of the precinct, Buck was leaning against the Range, arms crossed, jaw tight. Stacks was opposite him with his face balled on.
Soon as I stepped out, Buck snapped. “You good?”
