“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He yanked free, backed up against the wooden post of the trellis, and wouldn’t come forward another inch.
The cops looked at me.
That look had changed.
A minute ago it was routine. Now it was the look you give somebody who might have hurt a kid.
My hand was still hanging in the air, closed around nothing.
Mark dropped the whole phone thing and went straight to Diane.
She already had Tyler back. One hand pressed to the back of his neck. Her voice dropped, low enough that only the people closest could hear.
“Tell them where Nora hit you.”
Tyler shook his head.
Diane pushed him forward a step.
“You say it, and you go back to your mom’s tonight.”
Tyler’s eyes went wide.
He looked at me. Then at the cops.
His lips were shaking so bad he could barely get them apart.
