See No Evil by Allison Brennan Page A

into the room directly outside Emily’s and into a tense situation.
    “I have Emily under seventy-two-hour medical surveillance,” Dillon was saying to a red-faced Detective Will Hooper.
    “She may have crucial information about a murder investigation. You can’t stop me from interviewing her.”
    Dillon raised an eyebrow. “My number one concern is the health of my patient. I will be running tests and speaking with her today, and if I think she’s strong enough to go through a police interrogation, I will let you in.”
    “I’m not going to interrogate her, Dillon.”
    Dillon just stared at him.
    “Dammit.” Will ran a hand through his hair and saw Julia standing in the doorway. “You work fast, Counselor. We’re on the same side, you know.”
    “Not if you think Emily is guilty.”
    “I don’t have an opinion yet.”
    “You can’t bullshit me, Will. I’m a prosecutor. You have an idea and you’re running with it until it pans out or proves to be wrong. I know what the situation looks like. And Emily is delicate right now.”
    “You certainly didn’t think Yancy Inez was too delicate when you and I interrogated him after emergency surgery,” Will remarked, glaring at her.
    Julia fumed. “Don’t you dare compare Emily to a man who raped and mutilated women!”
    Dillon put a hand on Julia’s arm but looked at Will. “Will, you know me, and you know I’m not going to play games with the investigation. I need time with Emily. You know as well as I do if you push this and her, and she gives something up under duress—against the advice of her doctor—it’s not going to hold up in court. You do your job, I’ll do mine.”
    Will wanted to say something, his mouth working, but no sound came out. Finally, he left.
    Dillon rubbed Julia’s arm before dropping his hand. “You okay?”
    She nodded. “Thank you for taking Emily’s case.”
    “I read her charts. Do you know her current psychiatrist, Garrett Bowen?”
    “I’ve met him in court a couple of times, and when Emily was put on probation last year.”
    “That was for vandalism, correct?”
    “She sprayed graffiti on the courthouse.”
    “Where Victor worked.”
    “Yes, but she said that had nothing to do with it. She’d been drinking—” She stopped. “Everyone thought it was Emily’s way of getting attention, acting out because her mother remarried.”
    “The graffiti was definitely a cry for help, but probably not for the obvious reasons.” Dillon looked pointedly at Julia. “I’m going to ask some hard questions. You can observe through the window—you’ll be able to hear everything through the one-way speaker at the nurses’ station—but you have to promise me that no matter what, you won’t come in until I tell you it’s okay. No matter what she says, what she does, you must stay out.”
    Julia reluctantly agreed.
    Dillon walked through the door. Emily didn’t move and Dillon sat in the chair next to the bed and watched her. Sleeping, perhaps. Exhausted from a traumatic night, the drugs, the drinking. Julia ached to be in the room with Emily, holding her hand, telling her everything was going to be all right, but she had to trust that Dillon Kincaid knew what he was doing. She glanced behind her at the door, wondering if Connor would show. Both praying and fearing he would. He was the best at getting to the bottom of anything, but he played loose with the rules. Isn’t that why he’d lost his job in the first place? How could she have turned her back on his flagrantly breaking the law, taking matters into his own hands?
    But isn’t that what she was asking him to do now? To get to the bottom of Victor’s murder, and Emily’s possible involvement, no matter what he had to do? Did that make her any better than him?
    She rubbed her eyes, resigned that her history with Connor Kincaid was too much for either of them, and she would have to find some other way to help Emily.
    Emily rolled over and opened her eyes, looked