Page 117 of One Wrong Move
“Five minutes it is,” Deckard said.
“Let’s head out to the picnic tables,” Todd said, gesturing to the back glass door. “It’s more private out there.”
“After you,” Deckard said. He glanced back at Harper and winked. They’d get what they needed from Todd.
She smiled.
Settling around one of the round red picnic tables, Deckard leaned forward, not wasting any time. “Let’s go back to the night of Anne Marlowe’s murder.”
Todd shifted. “What about it?”
“My understanding is that the supervisor, Kevin Gaines, was out sick.”
“Yes.” Todd’s tone shifted to curt.
“You covered for him,” Deckard said, as Harper indicated with a soft nod for him to continue to run with it.
“Yes,” Todd clipped again.
“And is it correct that you’d never covered for a supervisor before?”
“Who told you that?” Todd’s piercing gaze landed on Harper. “Her?”
“Among other people.” Andi counted, and Greg had chimed in as well.
“So?” Todd shrugged a flippant shoulder. “I didn’t see any sense calling someone else in when I was already there.”
“How’d the night go?” he asked, resting his forearms on the metal table.
“Fine.”
It was amazing, the man was stiffening more by the second.
“Can you elaborate?” Deckard said. “Anything out of the ordinary happen?”
“Not that I noticed.”
Todd looked ready to flee, so he turned up the heat. “Did you work any of the evidence that night?”
Todd looked at Harper, irritation etched on his face. He knew she could call him out if he lied, if it occurred while Andi was there or when Harper returned to the lab after being at Anne’s crime scene.
Todd tapped the table. “Yes.” His voice twitched. “I helped out.”
“There were two murder cases that night. Which one did you work?”
“Why does that matter?”
“It’s a simple question,” Deckard said.
“I helped Pam work the Woodward case.” The man was losing patience. He needed to hurry. Switch back and forth between topics or he’d lose him now.
“Did you happen to notice Miranda doing anything incorrectly?”
Todd hesitated, then said, “No, but she obviously did. Now, I believe our time is up.”
“Sure. Thanks for your time,” Deckard said, standing as Todd did. Harper followed suit. “Great job you got here,” he added. “Impressive.” Butter him up a little.
The hint of a proud smile curled on Todd’s thin lips. “Thank you.”
