Jordan walked around and did the same, wondering if she was going to answer him. Then she bit her lip and nodded. “Yes. He was just a kid.” She cranked the car and backed out of the drive. “You were doing your job.” “I know that,” she snapped. Then took a deep breath. “Sorry.” “It’s okay. Neil was at a party and he’d been drinking. He decided to drive home rather than be smart and call someone to pick him up.” “What male is smart at the age of twenty?” A short, humorless laugh barked from him. “None. Not a single one.” “But he shouldn’t have died because he was just stupid.” “No, he shouldn’t have.” She drew in a deep breath. “I didn’t know what would happen. I let him make a phone call and put him in the holding cell. Then I went to do the paperwork and about an hour later—”
