His smile returns. “Let’s just say, we’re not close, and it’s a busy house. I like time to think.” His gaze lightens again. “But it’s nice to talk.”
I can’t judge. I’m not staying with my family either.
“How long are you planning on staying in this vast metropolis?” I ask, turning back to the lake.
“I was supposed to be gone today. My captain isn’t thrilled about the extension on my bereavement.”
“Why extend it?” I turn and take in his profile as he also stares out at the water.
“What do you do, Jill?”
Okay, we’re changing the subject. “I work for a production studio in Hollywood.” It’s the easiest explanation.
Keith’s eyes widen. “Have I seen you in anything?”
“No.” My cheeks warm at the thought of standing in front of the camera. “I’m not an actor. I’m just one of the many behind-the-scenes people that make your viewing more believable.”
He nods. “That’s cool.”
“It can be. And you,” I ask. “What do you do?”
“Nothing as glamorous. I’m a detective in Marquette.” He scoffs. “Yes, before you judge, there is crime in the UP.”
“No.” I feign shock.
“There’s crime everywhere. Sometimes it’s hidden. Other times, there’s a neon sign.” He takes another drink. “You asked why I extended my stay.” He doesn’t wait for confirmation. “I heard about the girls that went missing. I met them. And now I feel responsible for their disappearance.” He looks at me. “Have you heard about them?”
Responsible?
Confession time. “Yeah,” I say. “I was at the farm for the search. Then at the café.”
“They’re so young.”
“When did you meet them?” I ask.
“Have you seen Blue Gil?” He scoffs. “It’s more difficult to not meet people than meet them. Those girls and others were at the viewing, the funeral, and at that party Saturday night.”
“You were at the party?” My pitch is higher than I plan.
“I was there for someone else, but yes. I don’t want to publicize it. You understand?” He looks directly at me. “A police detective at a mostly underage party with more than its share of illegal substances... yeah, that tidbit doesn’t look good on my record.”
“Why did you say you feel responsible?” I ask.
“I was at that party. If I closed it down and sent everyone home like my conscience screamed for me to do, they would be home and safe.”
I shake my head. “This is Blue Gil. Nothing is as simple as it seems.”
Keith doesn’t respond.
“Did you help look for them?” I ask.
He nods. “I’ve been working with Sheriff Manes behind the scenes. He’s a good man and a good ’ole boy. He prefers to keep the peace, not ruffle feathers, and keep appearances shiny. I think recently that strategy bit him on the ass.”
“So, are you going out again today?” My gaze goes to his Green Bay pajama pants.
Keith smiles. “After I shower and dress.” He stands. “Thanks, Jill. It was nice to meet you and talk to someone who isn’t immediately suspicious of my motives the moment they hear my name.”
I also stand and offer my hand. As we quickly shake, Iconfess. “I’m not suspicious, and I must confess, I’m not completely an outsider. At least, I wasn’t.” I shrug my shoulder. “I’m not fully sure what the Blue Gillians who stayed here would say, but I am from here. My family is here.”
