I looked down at my buzzing phone. Vee’s name was on the screen. I looked at Bre. “You’re welcome to have a seat. If you’ll excuse me for a moment. This is Vee.”
Swallowing, she nodded again.
Taking the phone down the other hallway to the bedroom, I shut the door. “Vee, Bre’s here, in the condo. I was worried that she’d be spotted on the first floor.”
“Record the conversation.”
“What? Is that legal?”
“I want to know what you two talk about. My lawyer said if one person—you—is aware of the recording device, the recording is legal in Kentucky. She also recommended I don’t speak with Bre. But you’re not me.”
“Is there anything you want me to ask?”
“Ask her what evidence the police had to charge her.”
I nodded. “Okay. Are you on your way home?”
“I am. I just stopped at the grocery store.”
My lips curled. “You don’t have to cook if your day has been long.”
“My day’s been horrendous, but I’ve been looking forward to this all day. I’m going to cook and show you that I can.”
“Vee Hubbard. I believe with all my heart that you could walk on the moon if you put your mind to it.”
“Just record the conversation.”
“I’ve never done that, but I will.”
“Don’t tell her,” Vee warned.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said with a smirk. “See you soon.”
“Soon.” Vee disconnected the call.
It took me a minute to familiarize myself with the recording feature on my phone, but as soon as I had it working, I carried the phone back into the empty living room. I turned in a circle, wondering where my guest had gone.
A few moments later, Bre came out of the half bath near Vee’s home office. “I’m sorry.” She had tissues in her hand. “Between losing Reid, the hormones, and everything that’s happened, I’m a mess. I went on a hunt for tissues.”
“Would you like a glass of water?”
Bre inhaled. “Thank you. I’m determined to get a message to Vee.”
Removing a glass from the cupboard, I filled it with water from the refrigerator and handed it to Bre. “You were saying the evidence the police have doesn’t make sense. What do they have?”
“I purchased Benadryl a few weeks before Reid’s accident.” She took a breath. “It wasn’t unusual for him to ask me to buy things or run errands. I did it all the time. Benadryl is just an antihistamine. Reid was complaining about his allergies kicking in.”
“That’s the evidence, that you bought him Benadryl?”
Bre nodded as she sat on the edge of the sofa and placed the glass of water on the coffee table. “They found a pillbox in his glove compartment with the note I’d written when I gave him the Benadryl. The thing is, I didn’t put the medicine in a pillbox. I gave him the box from the store. Well, I left it on his desk. There was a note. It was a silly, mean-nothing note. We wrote those to each other all the time.”
“What did the note say?” I asked.
Bre stood and walked toward the windows. “It said I’d bought the Benadryl for him, I loved him, and I was tired of waiting for him to divorce Daphne. It said that I wanted us to be together like he’d promised.”
She had my attention. “Is that all?”
“No.” She turned away and dabbed her eyes. “It said ‘our love will outlive our days.” She spun back around. “That was something we said to one another. It wasn’t a threat.”
