“One of his construction sites.”
Luke stepped forward now, resting a hand on the back of the empty chair beside Scout.
“And you didn’t think that was worth mentioning to anyone at the time?”
Her eyes narrowed.
“I thought he was bluffing.”
Scout studied her face, looking for cracks.
“And now?”
“Now,” she said evenly, “I think he was telling the truth.”
Luke glanced at Scout.
Scout tapped his pen once on the legal pad.
“What made you change your mind?”
Katie leaned back in the chair.
“For starters,” she said, “he’s exactly the kind of man who thinks he can get away with anything.”
“That’s not evidence,” Scout said calmly.
“No,” she agreed. “It’s experience.”
Luke’s voice was quiet.
“You still sound pretty angry at him.”
She didn’t deny it.
“Wouldn’t you be?”
Scout closed the notebook slowly.
“Did David Mercer ever say which construction site?”
“No.”
“Did he say when this happened?”
“No.”
“Did he say anything else about Caroline Simms?”
Katie shook her head.
“That was it.”
Scout stood.
Luke pushed away from the chair.
“Ms. Martin,” Scout said, “we appreciate you coming in.”
