Dean held Haisley and tried to calm her while Gilbert stood in front of them, his attention focused on Nathan's phone. After a moment, he bent his knees and squatted in front of Haisley.
"Haisley, calm down. Tell us everything," Gilbert requested gently.
Haisley released herself from Dean's embrace, wiped her tears with force, and blew her nose with the tissue Gilbert handed her. She began to recount all the details, about four men who came claiming to be police officers, accusing Nathan, handcuffing him, and taking him away.
"Attempted murder?" Gilbert asked, furrowing his brow. "Not premeditated murder?" he repeated, to which Haisley shook her head.
"He said attempted murder," Haisley said confidently. "And fraud," she continued with a sniffle, tears flowing again.
"Doesn't make sense," Gilbert said, glancing at Dean. "Loretta's fiancé is already dead. It's impossible for him to be accused of an 'attempt.' And what's with that woman accusing my brother of fraud?" Gilbert grumbl
