Alibi

Jason isn’t thrilled with Nate’s words, but steps down, knowing he’d get into hot water if he didn’t.

Carson isn’t so sure he believes Nate’s motives or not, and forces a short laugh. “What? You want to know my alibi? You should know that one.” He shakes his head. “Or was I dreaming that you picked me up from Vegas?”

Jason’s eyes widen and he looks to Nate. “You picked him up?!”

A slight grin quirks the corner of Carson’s mouth. “He sure did. Guess he forgot to tell you, huh?”

Jason is still looking at Nate. “You actually helped him?!?!”

Carson crosses his arms, feeling a little bit of control back. “He did.”

Jason throws his hands in the air. “I give up. We came here to question, you go and say you don’t even think he’s done it, then I find out you’ve been buddy buddy with him to boot! Forget it. Get answers yourself and if we find out he tried to kill Kyle, be it on your head.” Having enough, he grabs his crutches and heads to the door, letting himself out in a huff.

Carson leans on the counter and looks down, knowing good and well that he’d just stirred that up on purpose, and also knowing that Nate would not be happy. It shouldn’t bother him, but it did, and he waits for the reprimand.