“Okay, the ones who were closest to Sherman.” I pause, trying to figure something out. “Can you send me a list of addresses?”
“Got it.”
We hang up, and I shake my head.
“Shit. Why does it have to be what I did?” Z asks.
“You killed a cop and flaunt it daily.” I laugh, nodding down to his hand. “I just destroyed the little evidence they found. Plus, I never told anyone about her and me.”
“Except Collins?”
“Yeah,” I shrug. “It’s more like he figured it out. And he was there the night we found her on my porch.”
Z’s head slowly looks over at me as he shakes his head.
“I mean, in a way, you did kind of encourage me to pursuesomething with her.”
He’s still looking at me.
“You said —”
“The best ones are always complicated.” He shakes his head again before we both let out a sad laugh. “Motherfucker.” He mumbles under his breath again.
“Nah, it’d be more like ‘sisterfucker’.”
Shaking his head, doing his best to keep a serious face. “I hate you so much.”
This time we both laugh a little harder.
“Shit…” he gasps, looking over at me as he rolls to a stop at the light. “She had…” he trails off as if it’s weird to say it.
“I forgot I’d talked to you about that.” I nod my head. I’m sure he’s remembering the rest of the conversation too.
“You sure you can trust him?”
“Yeah.” I nod my head, but his question makes me think about it. Pulling out my phone and calling Collins back.
“What?”
“Matthews.”
“What?”
“Remember that night at the bar? He was close to Sherman. I’d bet anything…”
“You’re right.” He pauses. “He wouldn’t be dumb enough tokeep her at his place, though.”
“We’re gonna head there if you find anything else.”
“I’ll let you know.”
“Thanks, man.”
“Eli.” I pause before I hang up to let him finish. “You get caught —”
“Yeah, yeah, it wasn’t you.” I tell him before pressing the phone off.
“What bar?” Z asks me as we make a right.
