Chapter Eighty-Three

HUNTER IS ON the phone with his father, who is in a limo coming in from JFK. Hunter’s voice is cracking for the first time since he was arrested.

“I didn’t kill anyone. I mean, who kills people. Don’t you get this, Dad? Dad?”

“Hunter, I’m here now, we’ll take care of things, talk to the judge about bail—”

“No one kills people. Not me. I mean, come on.”

“Hunter, you have to calm down.”

“Dad, I’ll tell you straight out that I’m innocent, but I am scared as shit, Dad, but I know that if it was you in here, you’d be more scared.”

Hunter’s father doesn’t say anything.