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“Where the hell’s the food? I’m starving here,” Dominic hollered, stepping out of the great room and glancing toward the front door. His eyes went wide when he saw the police officer. “Whoa, definitely not the delivery guy! What did you do now, bro?”
Carmine groaned. Why did he have to assume it was him?
“He isn’t here for Carmine,” Vincent said. “He just has a few questions for Haven, and then he’ll be on his way.”
Begrudgingly, Carmine moved aside so Vincent could lead the detective into the family room. Dominic excused himself, bolting upstairs and dragging Tess along with him. Carmine went to close the door when a car pulled up, the Chinese delivery guy parking behind the unmarked police cruiser. Carmine shoved some money at the guy, then snatched the food and slammed the door, dropping their dinner off in the kitchen before hurrying to the family room.
Carmine sat on the arm of the couch beside Haven, not wanting to be far from her, as the man cleared his throat. “I’d prefer to speak to her alone, if you don’t mind.”
“Unfortunately for you, I do mind,” Vincent said. “I invited you in, but I won’t be put out by you.”
“Fine.” Detective Baranski pulled a small notebook from his pocket and flipped it open. “Haven, do you know Nicholas Barlow?”
Haven picked at her fingernails as she started stammering. “Yes. Well, I know who he is, but I didn’t really know him that well. Or, I mean, I don’t . . . not didn’t.”
Her panicked eyes darted toward Carmine briefly before settling on the floor.
“When’s the last time you saw him?” Detective Baranski asked.
“The end of September,” she said. “Carmine had a football game that night.”
“And did anything out of the ordinary happen at the game?”
“I kicked his ass,” Carmine chimed in, wanting to spare her from having to recount it. “That’s not really out of the ordinary, though. We fought all the time.”
“Huh. Well, what happened after the fight?”
“He ran off,” Carmine said, “just like every other time we fought.”
The officer eyed Carmine suspiciously. “Was that the last time you saw him?”
“No, I saw him a week after that,” Carmine admitted. “I was taking the SAT at the high school when he showed up.”
“Why?”
“For shits and giggles. Why does anyone take the SATs?”
“I’m not asking you why you took the test,” Detective Baranski said impatiently. “I’m asking why he was there.”
Carmine shrugged, knowing what he meant the first time but not wanting to answer that question.
“Did anything happen then?”
“Exactly what happened every other time the two of us got together.”
“Another fight.” The officer nodded as if it were no surprise. “And the last time you saw him, Haven, was at the football game?”
“Yes.” She hesitated before shaking her head. “Well, no. I saw him later that night at Aurora Lake. We talked and then I went home.”
“And that was the last time you saw him?”
Her eyes quickly scanned the room as Vincent nodded, the movement so slight Carmine barely caught it. “Yes,” she whispered. Lying.
“Do you have any idea what might’ve happened to him?”
She didn’t hesitate this time. “Yes.”
Tensing, Carmine looked at her incredulously. What the fuck?
