Till Death(74)

“He and her family have been notified,” Tyron told me.

The burn in my eyes increased. What they must be experiencing right now was beyond imagination.

“We have some questions we need to ask you,” Myers spoke, and this time, the edge of impatience was gone from his voice. “Do you think you can help us?”

What I wanted to do was to get out of this room, go home, and have space, silence, and time to process what I was told. But I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t be that person anymore. It wasn’t just cowardly. It was also selfish, because if I could somehow help Angela in death, I would, so I nodded.

“Good,” Rodriquez murmured, and I heard the rustling of paper. “We’re aware that there have been other instances outside of what happened on Saturday involving you since you returned. Can you please go over, in detail, what they were?”

Even though I’d already been down this road more than once, I told them everything I remembered, taking breaks to sip my water. It wasn’t until I was finished telling them about discovering Angela’s missing house key did I remember what I’d suspected from earlier.

“I think I might’ve figured out who took Angela’s key. I could be wrong—”

“Let us be the ones to determine that,” Myers said.

I glanced at the men. “I think it might’ve been Coach Currie. It’s why I called you earlier,” I said to Tyron. “The emblem that I’d told Derek—I mean, Officer Bradshaw about? I think it was the bulldog—the high school mascot. I know thousands of people could have that baseball cap and shirt, but . . . I heard he was being questioned this morning, and that was what triggered the fact the emblem on the hat seemed vaguely familiar.”

Tyron arched a brow, but didn’t, thankfully, ask how I knew Currie had been questioned. “Do you have any type of relationship with Coach Donnie Currie?”

“No. I mean, he was coaching at the school when I went there, but that’s the extent of how I know him.”

“But he was around during the time of the Groom,” Rodriquez stated. “You haven’t seen him since you returned, other than when you believe you ran into him at the inn?”

“I haven’t seen him. At all. I’ve only gone out once really, and that was to a restaurant down the street with my friends.”

“Which restaurant was that?” Rodriquez asked.

“The steakhouse a few blocks down,” I explained, giving them the name. “That was a week ago.”

Myers shifted in his seat. “Anyone else who you’ve talked with? Tyron here has told us you’re seeing Cole Landis.”

I nodded once more. “Yes. We . . . um, we dated before I left, and we just reconnected.”

“You didn’t stay in contact during the years you were gone?”

Looking at Myers, I shook my head. “No. I only stayed in contact with my mother and my friend Miranda.”

“But you two are together so . . . quickly?”

The tips of my ears tingled. “Once he heard I was back in town, he came to see me and the rest . . .” The rest was really none of his business. “We reconnected.”

“Huh,” murmured Myers. “Just like that? Interesting.”

Tyron’s eyes narrowed.

My breath caught. “Yeah, just like that. What are you insinuating?”

“Not insinuating anything, ma’am.” Myers moved on. “Anyone you’ve met that you might’ve thought was acting strangely?”

One person came to mind, and it was possibly the most awkward place to bring it up. “There has been someone, but it’s going to sound crazy. When I went out to dinner, I ran into the mayor.”

“Mayor Hughes?” Tyron questioned.

“Yes.” I told them about the mayor’s odd behavior and his second visit. “I know he’s worried about me possibly stirring up the past, but it just, I don’t know, feels like more than that.”

The two agents shared a look and then Rodriquez said as he scribbled something on a piece of paper, “Anyone else?”

I shook my head. “There is no one else. I’ve thought about this. There isn’t anyone else that I know of.”

“How close were you to Angela Reidy?” Myers asked, suddenly shifting topics quick enough to give me whiplash.

“Not that close,” I responded truthfully. “I’d just met her last week, but I know she’s been working at the inn for a while.”

The door cracked open and a younger officer stuck his head in. “Conrad, you got a second? There’s something I need you in.”

Tyron nodded and rose. “I think it’s Miss Reidy’s family. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“It’s okay,” I whispered, thinking I had it so much easier than what Angela’s family was experiencing right now. I watched him leave and then faced the two agents.

Myers’ dark eyes met mine. “Did you two have any arguments?”

“What?” Shock splashed through me, locking up my muscles.

“It’s just normal line of questioning,” he replied.

I glanced at Rodriquez. His expression was impressively blank. “I didn’t know Angela well enough to have an argument with her. From what I know of her, she’s really nice—was really nice,” I corrected myself with a wince. “Actually, really sweet. She’s someone I would call bubbly and talkative.”