“Can I go to bed now?” Danny asked, stifling a yawn.
“First you have to talk to the detectives,” I said, taking his hand in mine. “Then you can go to bed. Ok?”
“Can I have a snack before I sleep?” I hesitated because I knew it wasn’t good to eat before sleeping. However, who knew how long it’d been since he’d been fed?
“Sure, baby.” I took Danny out to the living room, but neither Martinez nor Daily were there. I had a hunch they were looking around for clues to Kayla’s kidnapping. “Detective Martinez?” I called out. “Detective Daily? We’re ready for you.” A minute later, the two of them came hurrying into the living room.
“Danny, we’re going to have to ask you some hard questions about what happened,” Martinez said, motioning for Danny to sit on the couch. Danny pulled me down with him, which didn’t please Daily.
“So you can help find my mommy?” Danny asked, clutching my hand. Daily shot me an annoyed look, but I met her eyes defiantly. I wasn’t going to sugarcoat the truth to a boy who’d gone through so much. Sure, I hadn’t told him everything, but he had a right to know the basics.
“Perhaps Ms. Hsu can wait in the kitchen,” Daily said through gritted teeth. So much for our budding friendship.
“I want Auntie with me!” Danny said, his voice shrill.
“I’ll tell you what,” I said, trying to calm the rising storm. “Why don’t I go into the kitchen and make tea and find some food? You can have ten minutes alone with Danny, but then I come back. What do you say?” The question was ostensibly directed at Daily, but it was more for Danny than the cops.
“Can I have some cookies?” Danny asked in a small voice, squeezing my hand hard.
“Sure. Milk and cookies,” I said, hoping there was unspoiled milk in the fridge.
“I’ll take coffee,” Martinez said, pulling out his notebook.