Chapter 0311


    We''re at the police station for a long, long time before we get any hint of what’s going on.


    Since we’re not under arrest, I’m allowed to sit with Daniel in an ufortable grey chair in the lobby, with lots of cops’ eyes on


    us. We don’t say much, even though Daniel takes my hand and holds it tight. Hiswyer — ourwyer, | guess — shows up about


    forty-five minutester and stands stolidly next to us.


    “Say nothing,” he snaps, staring straight ahead. “They want you for questions, but you don’t have to say a god damn thing. If you


    say anything it all, your only answer is ‘I can’t recall.’ Got it?”


    “Yeah,” Daniel replies, but | just nod my head, too tired and overwhelmed and exhausted to do anything more.


    Jerome didn’te in with us. He was taken, with a lot of Kent''s other men, to the other part of the station to be booked.


    “Why didn’t we get arrested?” | ask after a long while of silence.


    “Because we didn’t do anything, Fay,” Daniel sighs. “They don’t have any crimes to arrest us for.”


    “Enough,” thewyer snaps. So we both m up.


    The minutes drip past. And all | can do in that time is...specte. About what happened. About whether Kent is alive or dead.


    Unconsciously, my hand drifts to my stomach and rests there. And when | notice where | put it, | don’t pull it away.


    Were still sitting in those chairs at what must be one or two in the morning when we finally find out what’s taking so long. And,


    unsurprisingly, it’s lvan that breaks the news.


    “Where is he,” lvan snaps, striding across the room to us, several detectives at his back.


    Daniel and | look up at him confused. Ivan, still in his bulletproof NYPD vest and his face as stern as it was before, just res at


    us, waiting.


    “What are you talking about?” Daniel sighs, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. He’s not even being defiant, | know.


    He’s just exhausted.


    “Kent!” Ivan snaps, ring at us. “We didn’t see him leave. We didn’t find him in the house. We know that ce he built is full of


    little rat holes to hide in — so where is he?”


    My mouth falls open. “You — you didn’t find Kent?”


    Ivan just res at me and shifts his eyes to Daniel as Daniel starts tough.


    “What?” Ivan snaps.


    “He’s not in the house,” he says, smirking.


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    “Marco DeBrassi,” Daniel says, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, still smirking up at Ivan. “Did you find him in the


    house?”


    “No,” lvan says, his eyes narrowing as he studies Daniel. “DeBrassi left hours before the raid — he was alone in the car.”


    “Which car?” Daniel asks.


    “Escde,” Ivan answers, fast. “ck.”


    “Yeah, whatever.” Daniel says,ughing a little, smirking at Ivan as he leans further back in his chair. “Marco is dad’s driver. If you


    think dad let Marco take the escde out for a joy ride, alone...” Daniel starts tough harder, shaking his head at Ivan like the


    fool he is. “You had a full perimeter on the house, didn’t you? And you let Marco out, but you didn’t check the back seat...”


    Daniel''sughter fills the room now.


    Ivan lets out a long string of curses, turning and kicking hard at one of the metal chairs that fill the waiting room. It skitters across


    the floor, falling on its side.


    | stare at Daniel as Ivan and the detectives walk away, apparently needing to go back to the drawing board.


    “Is that true?” | whisper to Daniel. “Did he — did he leave the house? How did you know?”


    “Because,” Daniel whispers back to


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    think dad''s Ftis going to hang around,


    Fay, sulking, the minute he finds out


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    My eyes go wide as | figure it out. “No,” | whisper back, shaking my head. “He — he’d want answers.”


    “Exactly,” Daniel murmurs.


    He went to a doctor, | think, my mind whirring. Or a clinic, to get his sperm tested. But which one?


    “Enough of that,” thewyer scolds, stepping closer to us. “I’m serious, kids. Not another word.”


    And so we shut up, both of us sitting waiting, wondering. When will they catch Kent?


    Or...will they? At all?


    Kent sits in a chair in the doctor''s


    main office, his head h aging low, his


    Ss sresgad aorase his chest.


    rco dozes in the chair next to him.


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    For the third time, the doctor peeks


    his head in through inoue


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    into ithe house, Mr. Lippert?” he asks


    quietly. “You''ll be morefortable


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