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“But you didn’t know that. You thought it was a real gun.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I missed the news,” said the senator, looking at each of them in turn. “What are you talking about?”
“I’ll tell you later. It’ll probably be on tonight, too, and you can see it.”
“Must be X-rated, then,” the senator observed, smiling a little. “Okay, I can wait.”
“Now,” she said briskly, looking from Eric to Garvey. “I suppose you’re here to ask us if either of us killed Carrie.”
“Fayre!” the senator said, shocked.
“Yes, ma’am,” Eric said, going on instinct. Bullshit wouldn’t work with her, and he’d bet she had an inborn lie detector. “It’s standard.”
“I know; look at the family first. For my part, I didn’t like her, but I got along with her, for Sean’s sake.”
“I thought you liked her!” the senator said, going from shock to puzzlement so fast he was in danger of getting whiplash.
“Liked her, no. But as long as Sean was happy, I was okay with him marrying her. Carrie and I had a silent understanding. As long as she didn’t try running any power plays on me, and made Sean happy, we were good. She signed the prenup agreement without any fuss, so maybe she really loved Sean and wasn’t just using him.”
“What made you think she might be using him?” Garvey asked. Normally he stayed in the background and let Eric do the questioning, but Fayre Dennison had a way about her that drew people out. Eric couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was, but he could almost forget why he was here, his job overshadowed by the simple act of conversing with her.
Charisma. That was it. Fayre Dennison had charisma, the kind that pulled people to her and then pried them out of their shells. Talking to her felt like being a kid again and opening Christmas presents.
Shit. He was crushing on her like a teenager, and she was the same age as his mom. Today must be his day for meeting attractive older women: first Madelyn Wilde, and now Fayre Dennison. One was very different from the other, but both were people he instinctively liked and wanted to spend more time around—and Jaclyn’s mom hadn’t been trying to charm him at all, she’d been too pissed.
“Gut feeling,” Fayre replied after a brief consideration. “Carrie was a user. She didn’t try to pull anything with me, and she was always sweet with Sean, but I saw how she acted with other people. There wasn’t anything definite, but I always got the feeling she was reminding herself to be nice. If we were at a restaurant, for example. If the least lit
tle thing wasn’t exactly how she wanted it, for a second she’d get this incredibly cold, mean expression, then she’d kind of catch herself and she’d put on this smile so sweet it made my teeth hurt.”
“You said there was a prenup?”
“Yes. We worked hard to make certain Sean didn’t grow up a spoiled brat like so many other kids in his position did. He wasn’t given a job, he had to go out and get one on his own, and he’s responsible for his own bills. We’re lucky in that he’s a genuinely nice person. His one fault, if you want to call it a fault, is that he tends to see the good in people.” She gave a small smile that was full of pride. “But he’s smart, and we’re smart, and we took the family money out of the equation. Carrie signed a prenup giving up all rights to any money he inherited. That’s all. Anything he made on his own, we thought that was his decision to make if he included provisions regarding that. He didn’t. And, as I said, Carrie didn’t question any of it, just signed the agreement.”
“Maybe she loved him.”
“Maybe,” said Fayre. “Anything’s possible.” Her tone of voice said she didn’t truly think so, but Carrie was dead so she was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt.
“Do you know of anyone Carrie wasn’t getting along with, someone she may have argued with and it got out of hand?”
“Carrie argued with everyone—except us, and Sean,” said the senator. He breathed out a sigh. “I admit I was worried about Sean marrying her, but she was always—It was as if he brought out the best in her, if you know what I mean. She was never that way when she was with him.”
“Any particular argument that stands out?”
“Only the one with Taite Boyne,” Fayre said. “They were best friends. Taite was supposed to be the maid of honor in the wedding, but the way I understand it, she and Carrie got into a huge argument and Taite quit the wedding party.” The tone of her voice told them that the maid of honor quitting the wedding party was a disaster on the same level with the church burning down.
That was twice the erstwhile maid of honor had been mentioned. The problem with that was, she obviously wasn’t a gray-haired man, and no one had placed her at the reception hall.
“I think they made up,” the senator put in, then shrugged. “I’m not sure. I heard Sean and Carrie talking about it, and that’s the impression I got.”
“Maybe.” Fayre shrugged, too. “There was so much endless drama attached to the wedding preparations that after a while I stopped listening.” She wouldn’t have had any problems with anything she planned; she’d make the decisions, stick to them, let professionals handle the details, and if there were any problems she’d improvise, all without breaking a sweat.
“I have to ask,” said Eric. “Where were you yesterday, between the hours of three and six p.m.?”
She wasn’t insulted by the question at all. In fact, she gave him an understanding look. “I was here, with the four other members of the Crystalle Ball planning committee, doing what we do best: planning. I believe Sydney Phillips was the last person to leave, at … oh, I think around five-thirty. And of course Nora—Mrs. Franks—was here.”
“I was at work,” added the senator. “I had to stay a little later than usual. I left the office about five-fifteen, arrived home about … what? Six o’clock? A little before that, I think.”
