Noah Druck tried to shoo Willow out of the old station by using his hand that was holding a doughnut, but Willow tripped him up by smelling his shoes. A snort came out, and Noah dropped his donut. Willow snatched it up and downed it in one gulp. “Get her out of here.” Noah pointed to the door. “All our evidence will be eaten up if she stays in here.” “You didn’t need that doughnut anyway.” I didn’t pay attention to Noah Druck’s order. “Did you want to see me or not?” The other officers snickered. They’d already gotten a good dose of Willow while taking all those fingerprints, and weren’t going to mess with her. “Hi, Jim.” I wasn’t sure if I should smile or not. “How’s Ginger doing? I really need to call her.” It was still uncomfortable. Even if she didn’t suspect me of killing her brother, she didn’t extend that to my ex-husband. Jim was standing on the step stool adjusting some video cameras in the corner near the door. He pulled the screwdriver away and gave me a half-hearted smile.
