Elizabeth nodded. “Then I guess you’re not aware that Emily Fisher was murdered and that Sadie and Maria have been possibly abducted?”
“Oh god.” She lifted a hand to cover her mouth. “No.”
“Mrs. Smith, can you tell us where you went when you left the Honey Pot with your friends two nights ago? We need to establish a timeline and get your alibi.”
Elizabeth could tell her words weren’t registering with Jennifer. Her face had turned ghostly white, and her were eyes unfocused. She was in a state of shock.
“You look like you’re about to faint, Jennifer. Why don’t you sit down?” Rhys offered and pulled out a dining room chair.
She sat down in the chair, her eyes glassy as she looked toward the front door. Elizabeth grabbed her mug and placed it on the table in front of her before pulling out the chair next to her.
“Wait…it wasn’t two nights ago. I just saw them last night. They can’t be missing.”
Rhys laid his hand on Elizabeth’s shoulder. “That’s not possible, Mrs. Smith. Emily was found dead yesterday morning. You were at the Honey Pot two nights ago. Your husband said that you’ve been sleeping on and off for twenty-four hours. Do you have any idea where you went or what happened when you left the bar?”
She shook her head, a crease forming between her brows as if she was trying hard to remember. “No.” She shook her head. “The last thing I remember was us walking in a group to our cars, and then everything after that was black.”
“So you have no idea how you got home?”
She rubbed at her temples and closed her eyes. “I don’t remember anything.” She looked up at them with tears in her eyes. “My friends?”
“We’ll find them,” Elizabeth said by way of giving her an answer. And she would find them, but in what condition was the question.
“Jennifer, I’ve already been told you’re a shifter. If you don’t mind my asking, what’s your animal?”
Her brows dipped. “I’m not a shifter. That’s crazy. Someone lied to you.”
Elizabeth glanced up at Rhys, but neither of them said a word. They didn’t have to speak.
“Where does your husband work? We’re going to need to talk to him.”
“Binks Laboratories.”
“Really?” Elizabeth tried to keep the excitement out of her voice. “What does he do there?”
“He’s their accountant.”
Elizabeth pulled out one of her cards and passed it to Jennifer. “Mrs. Smith, if you don’t mind going down to the station and giving our people a sample of your DNA, it will help rule you out as a suspect.”
She picked up the card and read it. “Of course, anything to help you find the others. You’ll have my full cooperation.”
