He looked unhappy. Obviously the “she” they were talking about was Melissa, who was still in jail and would stay there until Wayne was good and ready to let her out. “You tried,” I told Derek when he came to stand behind me. He snorted, resting both hands on my shoulders. “You think that’s gonna carry any weight when Melissa asks me why I let her spend the night in jail?” “You’re not married to her anymore,” I reminded him, twisting my neck to look up into his face. “I know that, Tink. But she’s still gonna wanna know why I didn’t just convince Wayne she didn’t do it.” “It’s not up to you to convince Wayne of anything. And anyway, you tried.” “Obviously not hard enough,” Derek said, with a scowl at the chief of police. Wayne sent him a flat glare back. “Watch it, or I’ll run you in, too, for interference.”
