Eve looks pleased. She’s a parasite. She acts sweet and concerned, but she only cares about the TV cameras. She talked in the elevator non-stop about how she’s just waiting for her big chance. I concentrated on what I wanted to say. I warned her already that I was planning to throw myself on the fire. To make myself sound like an asshole. To flaunt my dominance. My marriage. I don’t care. I just need to keep Lucy’s pictures and the reward and the hotline on TV, blogs, everywhere. I’ll do whatever it takes. If that means that every person watching thinks I’m the biggest asshole around, I don’t care. I just need Lucy safe and back with me. Eve was of course thrilled with the idea. Killaney not so much. Dad definitely not. It was Liz who had the final word though before I closed the door. I told her and Paul to give a statement about me tomorrow morning. Something along the lines of what Liz has been thinking of me the past few days.
