Chapter 35

Derek shook his head. “No, it’s been quiet. We can go on in.”

Gideon pushed the door open, holding it for Jesse and Derek to enter. Carly was alone in the small room, her body looking impossibly narrow on the bed, her face mottled with bruises, one eye swollen shut. Her gaze darted from Gideon to Jesse, and though small recognition flickered across her face, the frown on her busted lips didn’t change.

“Hey,” Jesse greeted softly, pulling a chair close to the bed. “I just want to ask you a few questions if you’re up to it.”

Her tongue darted out to moisten her dry mouth. “I don’t have anything to say to you.”

“We just want to find out what happened,” Gideon said. “Did Foster do this to you?”

“What do you care?”

This was going to be harder than he’d thought. Maybe he should’ve stayed out in the hall. “I wouldn’t have brought you to the hospital if I wanted you dead, Carly.”

“Gee, you couldn’t have thought of that yesterday before you bit me?”