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A) I really don’t want to get into the whole sandwich thing.
B) I still don’t know why Abby and Sebastian were out of sorts. Besides, none of that has anything to do with what’s happened here.
Thus:
C) It’s not relevant.
“You didn’t see Miss Delgado at all today?”
He’s already asked me this question three different ways. “No,” I say again, this time in a firmer tone.
“Did you get in a fight with someone?”
“What? Why on earth would you think that?”
He points to the edge of my shift, which I notice has a tear. My left knee is skinned. “I already told you I chased Paco back into the building. I tripped over a bush, and this happened.”
He looks at me for a few long seconds. “Okay. Thanks for your cooperation.”
The little hairs on the back of my neck tingle.
Oh boy. Officer Fontaine is lying. Well, not lying exactly but he doesn’t think I’m cooperating at all. He thinks I’m hiding something. Which I am since I didn’t tell him about Abby being mad at Sebastian.
“By the way,” he says. “What door did you use to get inside the building?”
“The kitchen—oh.” I pull the keys out of my pocket. “Earlier, Sarah and I came in through the kitchen with Gus Pappas, and I used the keys again to get in the second time to refill the coffee cart. But when Paco led me back, and, yes,” I glare at him, “He did lead me back, we used a side door to get inside.”
“And you used one of those keys to unlock that door too?”
“No. It was already open.”
He stills. “There was a side door to the building that was open?”
“Not open exactly. Just unlocked.”
“Can you show me?”
With Paco still in my arms, I lead him to the door. “Are you sure it was unlocked?” he asks. “Maybe you used one of the keys and forgot?”
I squelch the urge to roll my eyes at him. “It was unlocked,” I say firmly.
He unclips his walkie-talkie and asks the technicians to return.
It’s clear that Travis doesn’t think Abby’s death is a simple case of her falling and hitting her head. “Do you think this is how Abby got inside the building?”
“Possibly.” He studies the lock. After a few minutes, he remembers that I’m still there. “Thanks, again. You can get back to whatever it was you were doing now.”
In other words, dismissed.
Except he’s not going to get rid of me this easily. Stubborn is my middle name (actually, it’s Elizabeth).
“What are you looking for?”
“I really can’t discuss that with you.”
“Holy wow. You think that maybe someone shoved Abby and then she fell and hit her head? But that would be like…murder.”
Before he can respond, the two guys who were taking pictures and collecting evidence in the building arrive.
