That was wild.
It made sense, though, since he was blond.
“Robert?” Ethan asked.
The man nodded.
“Yeah, I’ll never forget that name or that blond asshole’s smug face. It’s hard to, when you hear your woman, the one you wanted to marry, yelling‘fuck me good, Robert! I only want your cock’!”
Oof.
That had to hurt.
“She saw me standing there, and she let me walk away. Not that I’d forgive her for cheating on me, but still. She just let me walk away. Ivey wasn’t the woman I thought she was. She burned me so bad that now, I don’t feel anything but rage.”
They let him talk.
In actuality, they were all reeling.
They’d not expected this. The guy the co-workers painted as the problem, was actually the victim, and the actual victim was not so kind.
This went sideways fast.
“I am now just floating through life, angry.”
Gene went there.
“Can we ask you some questions about two other women?” he inquired. “They were found with Ivey, and we’re curious if you ever saw her with them?” he asked, phrasing it that way to ensure they didn’t make him clam up.
He wiped his eyes on his sleeve.
“Sure. Ask.”
Gene pulled out his phone and pulled up the photos of the other two victims. It was their driver’s licenses.
Then, he showed him.
He flipped back and forth between them.
“I’ve taken Ivey to the bar in town, and that woman works there. I think she’s a bartender. Ivey spoke to her once.”
That was interesting. She knew Megan? The second victim?
“Alone?” Gene asked.
He nodded.
“We were having dinner, and she looked over at the woman, and then said,‘excuse me’, before she got up from the table. She went over to her, and they talked a couple of minutes.”
Gene needed to know.
“About?”
He shrugged.
“When I asked, she said,‘just someone from my past’,” he admitted. “I didn’t push because I’m not that kind of a guy. Now that you tell me that they were found together, I wouldn’t be shocked if they were both fuckingROBERT.”
There was so much animosity there.
