He slips into a deadpan cop face. “Why’d she walk home, Drew? What made her get out of your car?” My epic stupidity. But I don’t say that. “Do me a favor—don’t talk to me again without my dads or my lawyer. If I’m your last real suspect, act like it. Talking to a minor without a guardian or legal representation is illegal, right? Then again, you’ve never been good at your job before, so why start now?”
Offff burn!
