“Clare,” he said, the warmth thinning just enough to notice. “Panicking isn’t going to help. Let’s get through tonight first. I’ll handle the police. We’ll deal with the rest in the morning.” Handle. The word landed heavy in her chest. The call ended before she could say anything else.
Clare told them again that the drugs weren’t hers. She said it slowly at first, choosing her words carefully, the way you do when you know being too emotional will only make things worse. She explained that she had never used anything illegal.