The detective snorted.
I rolled my eyes. “If I was going to run, would I have come here at all?”
He gave a half shrug. “You came here to feed me your concocted story, but you got your information all messed up while I made you wait. You got cold feet and decided to run. It happens.”
The urge to stick my tongue out at him was childish but overwhelming all the same.
I sank into a chair at the far end of the table. There were handcuffs bolted to the table in front of me. My stomach churned uncomfortably. It set in that I could go to jail for something I didn’t do. If I didn’t give this man the information he needed, then I was in hot water.
“Listen,” I said. “I can help you find this killer. I have…connections.”
Oh, this was going to be difficult to explain. How was I going to convince a human that I could see the dead? If I told him that I couldfeelthat woman’s death last night, and that I did nothing about it, he would get angry.
But I had to convince him one way or another. If I didn’t, then this woman’s murder might go unsolved. I had a sneaking feeling that there was a supernatural element to this that a human man might overlook on his own.
As frustrating as he was, I needed him to succeed at his job.
He pulled out the chair across from me and dropped into it. I didn’t think he could get any messier, but his golden hair went wild from the short fall into the chair. His lips were stuck in a state of misery as he loosened the tie around his neck.
I realized that I didn’t know his name yet, but when I opened my mouth to ask, a face phased through the wall behind him. The incorporeal face brought a yelp out of me. I slapped my hand over my mouth and forced my gaze downward.
The ghost knew, though. Maybe he’d suspected before, but there was no question about it now.
I heard the sound of the detective twisting in his seat to see what I’d screamed at. Embarrassment was becoming a constant state of being today. I couldn’t seem to escape it.
“Ignore me,” I muttered, even though I knew he wouldn’t.
“You know you’re not helping yourself any. Right? You’re giving off a lot of red flags. If you’re getting tired of the ruse, then we can cut to the chase, and you can give me your confession.”
For that, I would need a lawyer. I didn’t want it to come to that, especially since I was innocent.
This was my only chance.