I nodded and leaned into Tyler’s side when he wrapped his arm around me.
“Bradley family, would you please give us a few minutes?” he suddenly asked when Detective Green leaned forward to mumble something.
“You want me to go?” Tyler asked in my ear.
“Might as well, Ty, I’m fine.”
He nodded reluctantly and kissed my forehead.
“Miss Jameson—” Detective Green began.
“Cassidy,” I said, cutting him off, and studied him. Why did this guy look so familiar to me? There was something about him, but surely I’d never forget a face like that, especially those eyes. He and his partner were complete opposites. While Sanders was probably in his late forties, with dark red hair and graying sideburns, a stomach protruding over his belt, and height that any professional basketball player would kill for, Green was achingly handsome, probably in his late twenties, a little over half a foot taller than myself, with a lean muscular build and short brown hair that he obviously styled only by running his hand through it, just like Gage. Air filled my lungs in a rush as I thought about Gage.
“Cassidy, I find it quite interesting that you don’t seem upset in the least that your home just burned to the ground or that it’s most likely your parents’ bodies that were just found underneath the debris,” Green said with a weird, calm intensity that for a split second made my mind go blank and my heart flutter. What. On. Earth?
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel, Detective Green.”
“Well, I would understand if you were in shock, but you don’t seem to be that either. Like I said, it’s quite interesting.”
“Are you implying something, Detective Green?”
He leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees. “When was the last time you spoke to your mother or stepfather?”
Was he serious? Was I really being interrogated right now? Wait! Weren’t we supposed to be in a police station for something like that? Deciding that not cooperating would only make this worse, I thought about it for a few seconds. “I haven’t talked to Jeff since the morning I left for Texas; same with my mom. But she did text me on my birthday about a month later. So if you count the text, then I would say it’s been over a year and a half since I’ve had any type of communication with her, though I didn’t respond.”
“Bad relationship with your parents, Cassidy?” Green asked, looking at me with his steely gaze; Sanders had his notepad out again.
“Something like that.”
“Bad enough that you would want them killed?”
I looked directly into Detective Green’s pale blue eyes. God, those eyes seemed so familiar to me; my stomach fluttered again and I shook my head slowly. “I’m not a violent person, Detective Green, so much so that I can’t stand to even watch movies where there’s violence. So, no. I would never wish for anyone’s death.”
“Even not being close with your parents, Cassidy, it’s odd that you have no emotion regarding this entire situation.”
Taking a large breath, I was finally able to tear my gaze from his and worked at clearing my thoughts. “That house held memories that haunt my every thought; those people are what made those memories into nightmares. So no, Detective Green, I have no feelings regarding any of them being gone. I’m sorry if you think that means I somehow had something to do with this, but I don’t have one fond memory from California since the morning of my sixth birthday.”
Sanders stopped writing and shared an odd look with Green before Detective Green asked, “And your biological father? Would he have any reason to start this?”
My spine had straightened at the mention of my dad. “Detectives, do you believe this was arson?”
They shared another look and with a sigh Sanders admitted, “Investigators don’t believe it was, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be looking for someone who had a reason to want them dead.”
“Well, seeing as my dad died on the afternoon of my sixth birthday from a heart attack, I would say it wasn’t him either.”
When understanding hit both of them, Sanders attempted to hide a sheepish look as he scribbled more notes, and Green’s eyes softened; there went the stupid flutter in my stomach again.
“Honestly, no, I’m not upset that they’re both gone. But if you knew about my life, you wouldn’t blame me. And no, I had nothing to do with what happened this morning, and I doubt anyone did. Those people were drunks, and they were awful, but they didn’t have enemies, because for the last dozen years they’ve kept to themselves and their liquor. Which is why I’m not surprised the entire house went down so quickly. With the kind of stuff they kept around, it wouldn’t be much different from having bottles of gasoline just waiting to explode.” I stood and straightened myself to my full five feet, two inches . . . yeah, I’m sure I was real intimidating. “So if there’s anything else you need, detectives, I’ll leave my number with you so you can get ahold of me. Because of legal matters and funerals, I’ll be in California for a while. If you need me here longer, all you have to do is say the word.”
Not understanding, or not caring that I was politely asking them to leave, they didn’t move a muscle. “We can finish this here or at the precinct, Miss Jameson; sit down,” Sanders said quietly as he looked over some notes and crossed something out.
“What did you mean when you said, ‘if you knew about my life’?” Green asked.
“Bradley family, would you please give us a few minutes?” he suddenly asked when Detective Green leaned forward to mumble something.
“You want me to go?” Tyler asked in my ear.
“Might as well, Ty, I’m fine.”
He nodded reluctantly and kissed my forehead.
“Miss Jameson—” Detective Green began.
“Cassidy,” I said, cutting him off, and studied him. Why did this guy look so familiar to me? There was something about him, but surely I’d never forget a face like that, especially those eyes. He and his partner were complete opposites. While Sanders was probably in his late forties, with dark red hair and graying sideburns, a stomach protruding over his belt, and height that any professional basketball player would kill for, Green was achingly handsome, probably in his late twenties, a little over half a foot taller than myself, with a lean muscular build and short brown hair that he obviously styled only by running his hand through it, just like Gage. Air filled my lungs in a rush as I thought about Gage.
“Cassidy, I find it quite interesting that you don’t seem upset in the least that your home just burned to the ground or that it’s most likely your parents’ bodies that were just found underneath the debris,” Green said with a weird, calm intensity that for a split second made my mind go blank and my heart flutter. What. On. Earth?
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel, Detective Green.”
“Well, I would understand if you were in shock, but you don’t seem to be that either. Like I said, it’s quite interesting.”
“Are you implying something, Detective Green?”
He leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees. “When was the last time you spoke to your mother or stepfather?”
Was he serious? Was I really being interrogated right now? Wait! Weren’t we supposed to be in a police station for something like that? Deciding that not cooperating would only make this worse, I thought about it for a few seconds. “I haven’t talked to Jeff since the morning I left for Texas; same with my mom. But she did text me on my birthday about a month later. So if you count the text, then I would say it’s been over a year and a half since I’ve had any type of communication with her, though I didn’t respond.”
“Bad relationship with your parents, Cassidy?” Green asked, looking at me with his steely gaze; Sanders had his notepad out again.
“Something like that.”
“Bad enough that you would want them killed?”
I looked directly into Detective Green’s pale blue eyes. God, those eyes seemed so familiar to me; my stomach fluttered again and I shook my head slowly. “I’m not a violent person, Detective Green, so much so that I can’t stand to even watch movies where there’s violence. So, no. I would never wish for anyone’s death.”
“Even not being close with your parents, Cassidy, it’s odd that you have no emotion regarding this entire situation.”
Taking a large breath, I was finally able to tear my gaze from his and worked at clearing my thoughts. “That house held memories that haunt my every thought; those people are what made those memories into nightmares. So no, Detective Green, I have no feelings regarding any of them being gone. I’m sorry if you think that means I somehow had something to do with this, but I don’t have one fond memory from California since the morning of my sixth birthday.”
Sanders stopped writing and shared an odd look with Green before Detective Green asked, “And your biological father? Would he have any reason to start this?”
My spine had straightened at the mention of my dad. “Detectives, do you believe this was arson?”
They shared another look and with a sigh Sanders admitted, “Investigators don’t believe it was, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be looking for someone who had a reason to want them dead.”
“Well, seeing as my dad died on the afternoon of my sixth birthday from a heart attack, I would say it wasn’t him either.”
When understanding hit both of them, Sanders attempted to hide a sheepish look as he scribbled more notes, and Green’s eyes softened; there went the stupid flutter in my stomach again.
“Honestly, no, I’m not upset that they’re both gone. But if you knew about my life, you wouldn’t blame me. And no, I had nothing to do with what happened this morning, and I doubt anyone did. Those people were drunks, and they were awful, but they didn’t have enemies, because for the last dozen years they’ve kept to themselves and their liquor. Which is why I’m not surprised the entire house went down so quickly. With the kind of stuff they kept around, it wouldn’t be much different from having bottles of gasoline just waiting to explode.” I stood and straightened myself to my full five feet, two inches . . . yeah, I’m sure I was real intimidating. “So if there’s anything else you need, detectives, I’ll leave my number with you so you can get ahold of me. Because of legal matters and funerals, I’ll be in California for a while. If you need me here longer, all you have to do is say the word.”
Not understanding, or not caring that I was politely asking them to leave, they didn’t move a muscle. “We can finish this here or at the precinct, Miss Jameson; sit down,” Sanders said quietly as he looked over some notes and crossed something out.
“What did you mean when you said, ‘if you knew about my life’?” Green asked.
