Summer nodded sharply, concealing her surprise at his statements. It was possible he was older than he seemed, to be living alone, as a person of interest in a murder investigation. “The bathroom is that door over there,” she said, pointing across the room. “You can use anything you find in there, and don’t be alarmed by the cat.”
Isaac could smell the shock on her, it was impossible to ignore: certain emotions have stronger scents than others. He decided to clarify, just to clear the air a little. “I’m not wanted by the police,” he added abruptly, “they haven’t got any evidence against me…not yet anyway.” A short pause interrupted his words before he spoke again. “I didn’t kill him.” Without another word he disappeared off to the bathroom, ushering out the stubborn cat who’d been perching on the toilet seat.
She could only blink after him, taken aback by his statements. No boy with the concealed sweetness she sensed in him would kill. She knew that. Yet he’d felt the need to defend himself to her anyway. Shaking her head, she nudged Helios away from his sulk at the now-closed bathroom door, and picked up the few clothes she’d found of Isaac’s.
“Come on, silly kitty. He doesn’t want to share the shower with you,” she said. After she started the dryer, she rummaged up sheets and a blanket and pillows, piling them on the couch. Then she tapped on the bathroom door. “Everything alright in there?”