Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea) novel Chapter 64

He has taught me a lot of things, one of which I remember most clearly is that people with money and power can ignore the rules.

If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have doubted the integrity of the police. How could he blame me?

He's a bit stunned when he hears that.

"You've learnt how to get the upper hand," he says with a chuckle.

I reply, "You're my teacher."

"But you know what happens when you question cops? They forgive you for losing your mother, but you shouldn't have made a scene at the police station," he says seriously.

I did get a little carried away.

But what was I supposed to do? Can't I question the police? Do I have to accept whatever they give me?

As I think about it, I feel inexplicably lost, and tears fall down.

He hugs me and strokes my back gently. "If you feel sad, cry. If you're not happy with this result, I'll help you reopen the case."

"I don't believe this result at all." I shake my head.

"If the victim hadn't been my mother, I might have believed it. My mom always obeys the traffic rules and there's no way she would run a red light. Doesn't that accdient strike you as odd?"

I suddenly get out of his embrace and hold him as if he were my lifeline. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"It's weird, but I don't doubt the police investigation."

The first part of his sentence made me happy, but the second part sent me to hell.

He's not me, so he won't understand.

I sit down and say, "I want to go home."

He looks at me and does not speak for a long time. Then, he sighs and starts the car.

I sit in the co-pilot's seat with my eyes closed. I can't stop crying so I open the window, letting the wind dry my tears.

I thought Harrison would leave after sending me home, but he follows me into my house. I close the door and look at him. "Aren't you leaving?"

"I'll stay here with you." He sits on the sofa.

I feel like I'm hearing a joke. I walk up to him and speak with disdain, "Harrison, do you remember how you kicked me out of your house? Who are you to stay here now?"

He doesn't look up at me, nor does he say anything.

I'm exhausted from the last few days, but he's no better than I am. I can even see the beard on his chin. And he hasn't changed his clothes in, like, three days.