“You don’t know that!” he shouted.
“Actually, I do. A man confessed to the murder. He’s in jail right now.”
13
DONOVAN
“Donnie,” Pops said as he saw me.
He was walking down the hall with a man and a woman, but excused himself to join me. I was leaning against the wall outside of his office. The city building had been built in the late 1800s. Made of brick, it had high ceilings, large windows and wood floors. It had been renovated about a decade ago to historical preservation standards, but also to become energy efficient. The only outward change to the place was the addition of an elevator back in the sixties.
“You’re on the wrong floor.”
“I came by to tell you something.”
He looked at his watch. “I’ve got a few minutes.”
“Thought I’d give you the courtesy of telling you before you heard it from someone else.”
He arched a brow. “Oh?”
“I quit.”
His face went slack and he stepped closer. “You what?” he whispered.
“I quit.”
He looked both directions down the hall. “I heard you the first time. Why?”
“As a thank you.”
He frowned. “A thank you? What the fuck are you talking about?”
Ah, the swear words. He was pissed. Like I gave a shit.
“I figured you wouldn’t want the scandal of a prosecutor being in a relationship with a suspect, and when cleared, a witness in a murder trial.”
His eyes flared, catching on quick enough. “I know you’re fucking Kit Lancaster, but—”
“I am.” I wasn’t fifteen. While I didn’t kiss and tell, denying it wasn’t going to work here, especially when I knew my dad kept tabs on me, had people loyal to him even watching me, his own fucking son.
“For fuck’s sake, there’s pussy everywhere in this town. You’re my son. You’re a Nash. We can get any woman we want.”
I had no interest in reading into that statement or the women he slept with.
“I want Kit.”
“She can’t be worth chucking your career over?”
I nodded. “She is. I love her and I’m going to marry her.”
A vein popped out on his forehead.
“Ethically, I would have to recuse myself from the Mills case. I can’t be impartial when it comes to her. She didn’t do it.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Yes, I do.”