Here Jeni and Gus's conversation got interrupted by a call to come down to the police station.
“You’re sure this isn’t about my folks?”
“I’m sure they’re fine, Miss Braxxon. This isn’t about them.” He paused. “It’s about your brother. His wife reported him missing this morning.”
Good riddance to bad rubbish, I thought. “I don’t see how that has anything to do with me.”
“She said the last time she saw him, he was headed to your place. Something about clearing up an old misunderstanding.”
“He wasn’t… I mean, he wouldn’t… We’re estranged.” That last part came out lame and I knew it. I just couldn’t envision Ron traipsing up to my place to talk about something that happened years ago. He knew there wasn’t anything he could say to change my mind. Even if Anne believed it was all a misunderstanding, my shithead brother knew differently.
“Still, I’m sure how you can understand why we might want to talk to you about this, Miss Braxxon. Face to face.”
I swallowed hard. Gus must’ve thought I was going to pass out because he gently pushed me into a nearby chair. I didn’t blame him. In seconds I went from disinterested party to suspect.
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