“I’ll text him later. He saved his phone number into my phone.”
I tried one more tactic. “Do you remember the number? I could call him.”
“No.”
Okay. We were back to cold. The mood swings were normal. But I wanted to help her.
Hollis knocked on the door again. “Teagan, are you ready?”
Her eyes flew to Hollis. “Can I talk to you? Alone?”
“Yes.”
I knew this was going to be hard, but I felt like Teagan wasn’t a hundred percent in. I left the room. Roy, the older officer from last night, was outside with Skagway’s other cop, Travis. They’d been partners for about seven years. Roy was older, about my dad’s age, but Travis and Drake had graduated together. After Drake asked me out on my first date, Travis continued to run into me more than usual and strike up a conversation. It had pissed Drake off—he’d thought his intentions were more than friendly. And as it turned out, Drake had been right. After we’d been dating for a month, Travis asked me out. It had been a mess because Drake had overheard him.
“Hey, Alexa. Good to see you.” Travis tipped his hat to me.
I kept it friendly. “Good to see you, t
oo. How have you been?”
“Great. Better now that you’re back.”
Oh geez. I was too tired to deal with him. He gave me one of those smiles I’m sure made some women all gooey. Not me. I saw Drake stiffen behind him. When Drake had gone a bit caveman on Travis when we were younger, I’d gotten irritated. I could handle myself. If he had a problem trusting me, that was another issue. This time, Drake backed off and let me handle it.
Travis touched my arm. “How about we get a beer and catch up?”
“I’ll let Drake know. The three of us would have a good time chatting, I’m sure.”
I motioned to Drake to come stand beside me. He had quite the smirk on his face. “Hey, Travis. Sorry I didn’t say hello earlier. We’ve been a little on edge with the Teagan situation.”
Travis’s brows pinched together. There had always been something off between Travis and Drake. I think it had something to do with a pool tournament in high school. Stupid. Ever since then, Travis hadn’t been friendly to Drake.
“It’s been awhile.”
“Yes, it has.” Then he paused. “How is she?” he asked softly, and I remembered that he dated Teagan in junior high. It seemed like he’d really liked her. Then one day, out of the blue, she broke up with him. Honestly, I think it was because he treated her well—like a boyfriend should.
Hollis stepped into the hall. “She requested to do the interview alone.” He turned to the officers. “You guys can go in. Remember what we discussed.”
They nodded and walked inside. The door closing felt like a death sentence. “Is that a good idea?”
Shaking his head, Hollis ran his fingers through his hair. Hollis had done some of his residency in the drug detox unit and had seen this all before. “Probably not. But she can technically leave here at any moment, so if you push her too hard, she’ll run. And I can’t keep the cops from questioning her.”
“Do you think she’s serious about considering the facility or just telling me what I want to hear?”
“I don’t know. Let me get the paperwork ready in case she is serious.”
I was exhausted. Thankfully, Drake put his arm around me. “After all this time, I finally understand why you never cut ties with Teagan.”
Curious, I looked at him to continue.
“It’s the same reason you built this clinic. You’d save the world if given the chance.”
I smiled. “I would. Everyone needs someone fighting for them. The way I have you.”
“And you always will.” Drake kissed my forehead, and I leaned into him, grateful for his strength.
I could hear voices talking in the room, but I couldn’t make anything out. Ten minutes passed, and one of the cops shouted Teagan’s name. It sounded like Roy. Hollis and I looked at each other and bolted for the door. Any remaining sleepiness dissipated immediately.