“Maya.”
I recognized the warning in his voice.
Not because he wanted me silent.
Because he wanted me careful.
I looked at Ruiz.
“Can Ethan hear anything I’m saying?”
“No.”
“Can he leave?”
“Right now, officers are speaking with him. I won’t discuss investigative steps until we’ve established the circumstances. But you are not required to see him.”
I swallowed.
“He’ll tell you I’m unstable.”
Ruiz waited.
“He’ll say I’ve been under stress. That I drink.”
“Do you?”
“Sometimes. A glass of wine. Not tonight.”
“All right.”
“He’ll say I get confused.”
“Do you?”
“No.”
My answer was too fast.
Ruiz’s expression didn’t change.
I took a breath.
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