Blackout – Chapter Thirty

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Chapter Thirty

Friday: September 8, 2028
8:16 AM; LOS ANGELES, MEN’S CENTRAL JAIL, INTERROGATION ROOM ONE

“You need to be a lot more helpful than this, Mister Wilkinson,” Cecilia said softly.

Dominic Wilkinson smiled, folding his hands beneath his chin. “My apologies, Miss Delacroix. What can I tell you?”

“Why did you slit Tamara Christian’s throat?”

“She stabbed me first. I defended myself.”

“Most people don’t aim for the throat.”

“It was the first thing in my reach. I’m a tall man. She isn’t a very tall woman. A swing of my arm, and it was just… the right level. I would’ve had to duck or crouch or think to hit anything else,” Dominic said.

Cecilia nodded, her left hand resting on her stomach as she added to the notes she had been taking throughout their interviews. “One more time, Mister Wilkinson. Why did you go to her office?”

“I just wanted to talk.”

“About?”

“She was assaulting a friend of mine. I wanted to discuss it.”

“You didn’t go there with the intention to harm her?” Cecilia asked.

“Nope.”

She nodded once. “Your trial starts at the beginning of next month, Mister Wilkinson. “I’m going to do everything I can to make sure the jury determines your innocence, but I really do need your absolute cooperation and honesty for that,” she said.

Dominic nodded, a faint smile on his face. “Of course, Miss Delacroix. Full honesty,” he assured.

11:33 AM; CLINSTONE, THE AUSTEN-TAYLOR HOUSEHOLD, KEEPING ROOM

Bo hiked Castor up on his hip as he grabbed the gaming controller from the entertainment center. He crossed the room and handed it to Jensen.

“Thanks, babe.”

“My pleasure.” Bo bent down, picking up Pollux. The boy giggled as Bo set up on the lounge of the sectional. Bo set Castor down beside him and grabbed both small coloring books from the coffee table. He set them on the couch, carefully dumping out a box of crayons in front of the toddlers.

“Tanks, Daddy,” Castor said.

“No problem, buddy,” Bo said softly, ruffling Castor’s hair. Bo sat down beside Jensen on the couch, pulling his phone from his pocket. He unlocked the screen and opened the text from Cecilia.

Cecilia: Dominic’s an ass.

Bo: Well, yes. I could’ve told you that.

Cecilia: I know he isn’t telling me the whole truth on what happened.

Bo: I could’ve told you that, too.

Bo: You can’t tell me much of anything, Cecilia. In case you’ve forgotten, I’m the one who helped catch him. I’ll be testifying against this one. I can’t help you.

Cecilia: I know. Now I see why you were pissed I was working this case. Sorry for breaking our rule on it.

Bo: No worries, Celia. Really.

Bo: How’s the baby?

Cecilia: Healthy. Dave and I can’t wait to meet her. You’ll still be here when she’s born, right?

Bo: Of course

Cecilia: Thanks, Bo.Bo: My pleasure, Celia.


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