Chapter 187 Where Will You Sleep?

• Asher made the call. He found himself new clothes. Since my pants were ruined beyond repair, he loaned me a pair of sweatpants. Then he held me in his arms until a knock sounded on the door.
• After several minutes, policemen came into the room. They asked me questions, like what happened, and when, and where. I handed them Lamar’s phone with the recording.
• They watched it, their faces grim. Asher stood beside me for the entire uncomfortable duration. His arm around my waist was, toward the end, the only thing keeping me upright.