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Shockingly, the pair do as Detective Whelan asks. They leave. Which begs the question, “You know Fred and Hazel?”
He sighs. “Professionally, yes.”
What does that mean? “So, they always call you when someone upsets them?”
“In a manner of speaking.” Lifting his notebook, he asks, “Why are you here?”
Wow, that’s a super philosophical question. “Why are any of us here?” I mean, right?
A startled laugh escapes the detective’s mouth. He quickly regains his composure though. “What I meant was, why are you at this function?”
“Oh. I’m the event planner. It’s my company that organized this whole thing. Caley Party and Event Planning.” I give him a smug little smile. “I’ll give you a business card once this is all over. You know, in case you have an event in your future.” If he does have a function to plan, hopefully it’s not his wedding or a wedding anniversary. I glance at his left hand and note, no ring.
Oh, my gosh. I can’t believe I just did that. I should not be wondering if Mr. Hunk is single right in the middle of my own interrogation for attempted robbery.
“So, were you aware that Mrs. Konig would be here tonight?”
“Who?”
“Hazel.”
“Her name is Hazel Konig?”
“Yes.”
“No. I had no idea who would be here. The only information I was given was the location, number of guests, their menu choices, and how they wanted it to ‘feel.’” I use air quotes for that. “So, her grandson is Fred Konig?”
“I believe so, yes.” Clearing his throat, he asks another question. “Were you trying to take the locket?”
“Yes.”
Nearly choking, the detective works to clear his throat. “So, you admit it?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Why would I admit it?” I scowl. “I’m not a liar.”
“But you are a thief?”
“No.”
“No?” He chuckles, but it didn’t sound funny. “You just admitted to attempted robbery.”
Ha. Told you it was only attempted robbery. “You can’t steal something that belongs to you. Am I right, detective?” I sort of hate calling him detective, so I ask, “What’s your first name? If you don’t mind me asking.”
He doesn’t hesitate. “Garrett.”
I know that’s Irish too, but for the life of me, I can’t recall what it means. “Aren’t I right, Garrett?”
“About what?”
“It’s not stealing if the object you’re accused of taking, or trying to take, belongs to you.”
“I don’t follow. How do you come to believe that Hazel Konig’s locket belongs to you?”
“It was stolen from my grandmother when I was a child.”
