nOTHING IN THE DARK

Excerpt

"How many times do I have to say it?" Josh yelled at the suit across the table. "I don't remember!"

Tom Hopson didn't even blink. "Okay, let me get this straight." He scanned his notes again. His reading glasses flashed beneath the sharp light in the interrogation room. "You arrived. Chatted briefly outside. She invited you in. You took a seat on the sofa and that's it. Everything else is a blur."

"You think I'm lying?"

"I didn't say that. I'm just trying to get an accurate picture."

Yeah, right. He hadn't believed a word of it.

Josh glowered at the fifty-something attorney. Jaded as they come, Hopson wore his seen-it-all demeanor like a badge of honor. He had cop's eyes, a black rug of hair and a gray suit that was as finely tailored as his fingernails were manicured.

"You admit you were there," Hopson pressed on. "But you don't remember how you got back to the Carlyle." He dragged his wire-rims down his nose, cut a glance at the wall clock. "I'll be frank with you. I'm at a loss."

"That makes two of us."

"Tell me this." Hopson folded his glasses with care. "If you didn't attack her, who did?"