Stewart, I think that answers all of my questions.” Detective Thompson made the last of a series of notes, then looked up. My stomach twisted hard, because I knew what was coming next. Fingerprinting. A mug shot. The sound of clanking locks. Detective Thompson stood and walked to the door, then turned and looked at Lacey. “I’m going to file a probable cause declaration with the district attorney’s office.” Lacey nodded. “I expected as much. I’ll get in touch with them.” “I expected as much,” the detective replied, but somehow his attempt at humor didn’t work for me, especially since I had no idea what they’d just been talking about. Lacey looked at me. “I’ll come with you. Kurt’s doing just fine on his own.” Her skin was turning a pale blue, and I knew the long hours without her oxygen were taking their toll. She squeezed his shoulder. “You’re one fine young man. I’m proud to say I know you.” I managed to push myself up from my chair, and, remembering my episode from earlier in the day, I focused on trying to stay conscious and upright.
