“You’re not going to railroad my son into taking the blame for something he didn’t do,” Bowen snarled, and he aimed that snarl at Leigh.
Leigh looked at the EMTs, motioned for them to leave. “I’ll be at the hospital in a few minutes.” With that, she turned to Bowen. “I don’t make a habit of railroading, and I won’t be starting now.”
His father made a sound of disgust. “You’re a Mercer. Railroading and murder are your specialties.”
Cullen groaned and stepped between them, but Leigh obviously wasn’t going to have any part of him running interference for her. She moved to Cullen’s side and met his father’s glare head-on.
“Someone’s been murdered,” Leigh stated, her voice a whole lot calmer than she probably felt. “I need to do my job.”
She started to move past Bowen, but he caught onto her arm. Leigh looked at Bowen’s grip, her brown cop’s eyes sliding back to his father’s equally flat ones.
“You’ll want to let go of me,” she said. Again, with a calm voice, but there was some fire in her expression.
“I will, when you hear me out. You’re not going to pin a murder on my son because Cullen didn’t kill anyone.” Bowen’s hand slid off Leigh’s arm. “But I can tell you who did.”