บท 34: Chapter 34: No Talking to the Press

Jake let out a sardonic laugh. He knew the press could take a crumb and make a whole cake out of it, supplementing the facts with some creative conjecturing. He didn’t plan on playing that game. “No way.”

Marv frowned. “Can you tell me if you’re a suspect?”

Jake spread out his arms. “Am I sitting here talking to you instead of in the County office talking to Theodore Hodgins? You figure it out. Now, I have work to do. Go talk to the Prosecutor.”

Jake breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Marv leaving his office. “Piranha.”

A moment later another figure appeared in his door, bringing him to his feet. Dressed in creased pants and a sleeveless blouse in his favorite shade of blue, she provided a contrast to his earlier visitor. “Chelsea.”

She hesitated looking around the office, then entered it. ”Hi.”

“Sit down,” he said and motioned to the chair where Marv sat minutes ago.

Her hands took turns clutching a black purse. “I’m not staying long. I just heard something.”