Vee took one step toward the door.
"Miss Scalese?" Voss called.
She paused, but did not turn.
"Think about it…"
Dorian turned around first. "Whatever you need to say to my client," he said, "direct it to me." He stepped closer. "You will not speak to her, look at her, imply things to her, threaten her or attempt to pressure her into a statement without me having a say about it. Am I understood?"
Vee walked past both men. Dorian followed behind her, opening the interrogation-room door. The hallway outside was busy, but conversations dipped as she passed.
Wonderful.
She had gone from wedding guest to murder suspect in under an hour. Truly, her life had range.
Dorian fell into step beside her. "Mr. Genovese is outside waiting for you. I didn't want him to come in. He looked one second away from mass murder."
Vee smiled.
"I thought it best not to test his self-control inside a police station."
"Very wise."
