Seventy-Four

LENA'S POV

I stood at the entrance of my apartment with my hands shoved into my black fur jacket as I watched Aria bid farewell to Xavier and Savannah with a forced smile on her face. The vibration of my phone in my pocket made me tear my eyes away from them as I checked the caller to be Nixon.

It had been two days after the wedding, and I hadn't talked to Nixon since then. I had a lot of questions in my head but I didn't know how to bring up the conversation which was why I refrained from calling him or picking up his calls.

A sigh escaped my lips as I pressed the green button. "Hello."

"Lena," he called and I could sense the shock in his voice. "How are you doing? Why have you been ignoring my calls?"

"Nothing. I just needed some space."

"Why? Did I do something wrong?" He asked with confusion laced in his tone.

"I'm not sure about that yet."

I didn't want to jump to conclusions and act wrongly toward him when I still hadn't confirmed his involvement in the case. Dave was his bes