Chapter 32: Confidential Informant

I glared up at Dad who hurried forward, suddenly soft and kind, something I'd never seen from him. He hugged her gently, giant form towering over her, and she clung to him like he was her lifeline.

What the actual hell and who was this man? Because he was not my father.

"Alicia's been working with me for months," Dad said over her sniffling. "Since Pete hired her to be his assistant."

"Did you tell Dad about the drugs?" I glared at Alicia, accusing her while not really knowing for sure if she was connected.

Dad flinched, looked down at her with a frown. "Drugs?"

Alicia sobbed again, sinking onto the bench, face in her hands. "It wasn't me," she wailed. "It was Pitch."

My father looked like she'd gut punched him. "Alicia. If you've done anything to jeopardize the case-"

"Dad." I hit him with that word. Caught his attention. "There is no case. Pete Wilkins is dead."

Alicia gulped while Dad tried to find words to refute me.