The woman didn't even look surprised to see me as we sat on opposite sides of the table. She looked relaxed like she was visiting with her family. Which...I am.
She let out a cackle, grinning with an attitude. "I always knew I would see you again."
I clenched my fists.
"You look exactly like your father." She paused. "It's sickening." She glanced at Wayne. "Who's this? Your lawyer? No. He's not wearing a suit."
"My name is Wayne Atkins." Wayne told her. He glanced at me and realized I wasn't speaking up, so he pushed on. "We had some questions for you. On why Jack Patterson has been sending you money?"
She moved her head, still staring at Wayne. "You're not a cop. I can spot those a mile away."
"Not a cop. Not a lawyer." Wayne answered.
She looked to me. "Well? Do you have something to say? Or is the puppet going to be doing all the talking?" Her handcuffs made noise as she moved her frizzy hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.
