I heard the officer say, “We’ve got witnesses.”
“How many?”
“Six so far.”
Wyatt’s head lifted.
The officer continued.
“An electrician saw the father holding the brick. Two delivery drivers were across the street. A mail carrier heard the argument. A neighbor recorded part of it from her porch. Landscaper says the family had been digging behind the garage all afternoon.”
Digging?
I looked at Wyatt.
He had heard it too.
Detective Beckett returned to the room with a different expression.
“Ms. Davis, several people have provided statements supporting your account.”
“Did you arrest them?”
“Your father is in custody. Your mother and sister are being questioned.”
“And the old man?”
“We haven’t found him yet.”
The words sent a chill through me.
“Then look harder.”
“We will.”
Before he could say more, an orderly arrived to take me for imaging.
The scan showed three fractures around my left eye, a broken cheekbone, and a deep laceration that required surgery.
