“I hope what you said wasn't a joke.” I stood up. “If you want to keep testing me, I hope it's over.”
“Mrs Logan, your lawyer is waiting for you in the next room,” Eric said coldly. “This is no joke.”
“Thanks,” I said.
I thought I was going to have to keep dealing with these cops, but the lawyer came sooner than I thought.
Eric led me to another room. A man in a black suit was sitting on a chair. When he stood up, I realized it was Tommy.
“Here's your lawyer,” Eric said, pointing to Tommy. “You have 30 minutes.”
The door closed, and I said to Tommy, “God, why you?”
“Eva, come and sit down,” Tommy motioned with his eyes. “We only have 30 minutes.”
“Did Frade find you?” I asked.
