Page 108 of One Vote for Murder
“You’re sure of that?”
“Yes,” she snapped. “He was seeing a girl in Dallas, but they broke it off months ago.”
“Maybe they reconciled. Do you have her number?”
“They didn’t reconcile,” she said coldly. “And no, I don’t have her number, and Liam isn’t with her. Is that really the best you can come up with?”
I grunted, struggling to hold my tongue. She was a real piece of work. She was asking me for a favor while treating me like dirt. Her attitude was making itveryhard to do the right thing. “How can you be sure Liam isn’t with his ex?”
She studied her red-lacquered nails. “He’d have told me if he was back with her.”
“You’re that close?” I narrowed my eyes.
“Yes.” She avoided my gaze. “He’s close with both me and my husband. We’re both extremely worried.”
Funny how Michael isn’t in here asking about his missing pal.
I leaned back in my chair. “I’ll call the hospitals to see if anyone with his name has been admitted in the last twenty-four to forty-eight hours.” I cleared my throat. “I’ll also have one of my deputies run by his house.”
She looked surprised. “Oh, um… that would be great.”
“If you hear from him, call me right away. I don’t want to waste resources on finding someone who doesn’t need finding,” I growled. “I have a murder to solve.”
Her face flinched. “Yes. Poor Lincoln. Such shocking news.”
“I’m going to need to talk to everyone who was at the Rotary Club Thursday night for the slideshow. They were the last ones to see him alive, besides his neighbor. Were you there that night?”
She shook her head. “God, no. I can’t stomach those slideshows.”
“How about Michael?”
She lifted one shoulder. “I think he went. Yes, I’m almost positive he did go. I remember being surprised he was going. He hates those slideshows more than I do.”
“Did you and Michael get along with Lincoln?”
“Yes. Everyone got along with Lincoln.” Her expression was wary.
“Do you know what time Michael left the meeting?”
She frowned. “What is this? Why are you asking me so many questions? I came here for your help in finding Liam. Why are you asking me about the Rotary Club meeting?”
I shrugged. “I figured since I had you here, why not ask you a few questions? I’m sure you want to catch Lincoln’s killer.”
“Naturally, but questioning me and Michael isn’t how you go about that.”
I gave a tight smile. “You always want to tell me how to run my investigations. I notice the main theme is always to leave you and Michael out of them.”
“Is this a formal interview about Lincoln’s murder?”
“No.”
She stood. “Then I’m leaving.”
Of course you are.
I clenched my jaw. “Tell Michael I’ll be calling to schedule an appointment for him to come in and talk.”
“Tell him yourself,” she snapped. “I barely speak to the man. I sure as hell am not telling him you want to drag him in for questioning. He’ll bite my head off.”
