“You didn’t find or see anything strange to you?”
She shakes her head. “No. I’m sorry.”
I let out a long sigh. “Thank you for your time.” I stood and headed toward the front door. “Was he going to leave her?” I turned and asked Cindy.
“No. And I wasn’t going to leave Mark either. It was just the fun we were having. Please, don’t judge me.”
“I’m not. Thank you again.” I leave the house.
I am so totally judging her.
I was starving, so I pulled into the parking lot at Patty’s Diner and grabbed a booth as soon as I walked through the door.
“Welcome to Patty’s. I’m Linda. What can I get you?” the perky waitress asks.
“I’ll have the club wrap with fries and a cup of coffee.”
“Regular or decaf?”
“Regular, and just black.” I smile.
“Coming right up.” She takes the menu from me and walks away.
I pull my phone from my purse and call my captain.
“Walker, tell me you found something.”
“It’s a dead-end. Rockstead is a small town where the only crime is someone shoving a pack of gum in their pocket without paying for it. Even if there was something four years ago, I don’t think the Sheriff’s Department was equipped to handle it. I wouldn’t be surprised if some things were overlooked.”
“Damn it. Get your ass back here. We need to find that damn killer before he murders another cheating husband.”
“I’m on the first flight back to New York tomorrow.”
“Good. We’ll talk when you return.”
“Did I hear you say you’re from New York?” Linda sets down my coffee.
“I am. I’m a detective with the NYPD.”
“Wow. What brings you to Rockstead?”
“I’m trying to locate any information anyone has on the murder that took place here four years ago.”
She slowly shakes her head. “That murder really shook the town.”
“You didn’t by any chance see or hear anything out of the ordinary, did you?”
“Can’t say I did. It was recently discovered that Cindy Rutkowski and Brian were having an affair. Poor Katherine. She was such a sweet woman and a good friend. I can’t believe Brian would cheat on her. They were the perfect town couple. Everyone envied them.”
“So perfect that her husband felt the need to sleep with another woman?” My brow arches.
“I guess you never know what goes on behind closed doors. Let me go see if your dinner is ready.”
Linda returns with my wrap and fries. I grab the bottle of ketchup and squirt some on my plate. Just as I shove a fry in my mouth, Sheriff Strange walks over to my table.
“Do you mind?”
“Not at all. Have a seat.” I smile.
