Page 56 of In Her Bed
Tucker straightened, adjusting his glasses.“I was here, working on the podcast.Alone, unfortunately.No alibi, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“And last night?”Jenna pressed.
“Last night?Same thing.Here alone.Why?Did something else happen?”
Either he was genuinely unaware of the recent murder, or he was a skilled actor.Jenna couldn’t be sure.
“One more question,” she said.“We need to know the identity of the broadcaster who called herself the Midnight Voice.”
Tucker’s demeanor changed instantly.His shoulders stiffened, and the theatrical flair vanished.“I can’t tell you that.Professional confidentiality.”
“This isn’t a journalistic shield law situation, Mr.Tucker,” Jake said.“This is a murder investigation.”
“I gave her my word years ago.”Tucker crossed his arms.“She trusted me …”
Jenna stepped closer, lowering her voice.“Mr.Tucker, if you withhold information relevant to our investigation, we can charge you with obstruction.”
Tucker stared at her, weighing his options.Finally, his shoulders slumped.
“Fine.But this isn’t going to help your case.”He sighed dramatically.“Diana Wells.She owns that new age shop in town – Avebury Visions.”
“Diana Wells,” Jenna repeated.
“She’ll deny it if you ask her directly,” Tucker warned.“She’s built a respectable business image.Being associated with Astral Voices again could damage that.”
“Thank you for your cooperation, Mr.Tucker,” Jenna said, already moving toward the door.“We might have more questions for you later.”
“Hey, if you need any insight into the symbolic meaning of these murders, I’m your man,” Tucker called after them.“I could even have you on as guests!”
Jake closed the door firmly behind them, cutting off Tucker’s voice.They walked in silence to the vehicle.
Once inside, Jenna pulled out her phone.“We need to update Morgan and Spelling.”
She put the call on speaker again, and both men answered promptly.
“Any updates on Claude Davis?”Jenna asked, referring to the sound engineer who’d had a falling out with Sandra Reeves.
“Still searching,” Morgan replied.“He’s not at his registered address, and his phone goes straight to voicemail.”
“We just finished speaking with Ray Tucker,” Jake said, starting the engine.“He’s planning a podcast episode about the first tower murder, claiming to have special insight.”
“And his alibi?”Spelling asked.
“None for either night,” Jenna replied.“He was alone at home, by his account.”
“You think he’s involved?”Morgan’s skepticism was clear.
“Can’t rule it out.”Jenna glanced at Jake.“It might be worth having plainclothes officers keep an eye on him.”
“I’ll arrange it,” Morgan said.
“We also confirmed the identity of the Midnight Voice,” Jake added.“Diana Wells.Owns a new age store in Pinecrest called Avebury Visions.”
“Wells?”Morgan sounded surprised.“I know that shop.Never made the connection.”
“We’re heading there next,” Jenna said.“We’ll keep you posted.”
After they ended the call, Jake pulled away from the curb, heading toward the main street of Pinecrest.
